Phoenix liked telling himself he still had it in him, but at this point rested his chin on crossed arms and lulled his eyes around the room. He didn't have any lights turned on, but rather let the sun seep in through the window behind him as he examined every possible nook of the small "lobby". His only company for the afternoon was a plant, seemingly misplaced. The other window in that dead, little office to the left. It didn't get much of any drop of sunshine, and it was, by recommendation, the time of day for the poor guy to catch some rays.

College was long gone, but he knew that was something he couldn't tell himself forever, could he? The man scratched lightly at the paper as his head slid down to where his cheek blended in with the cold table.

"I guess you'll have to do, Charley," with no response from the plant. "I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic, but as long as you don't start withering on me, you'll do."

He sat up straight and flexed his arms. The attorney yawned through his teeth, making a slight whistle, and suddenly prodded over feeling like an artist all over again. "This might not be so difficult," he sighed from the flex as he snaked his arms around the paper. Now, out of nowhere, everything felt so familiar. The man grinned with a short, breathy laugh, and his pencil took to the paper all on its own. "Prepare to be amazed, Charley, now hold still."

The first line was terrible.

Crude and rugged; he winced and immediately erased it. And worse- a ghost line! "Fuckdammit," Phoenix knew he was in the old pack-ratted Visual Arts building as he flipped the sheet. Room VA102; he started over.

His contours were down in a minute; they looked more like a gesture, but that's how he'd always done it for the grade. His fingers felt relaxed now, as opposed to the ridiculously tense sensation he'd had, but that came only from lack of proper exercise. He'd lost that risky jitter of Carpal Tunnel since then.

The man was glued more or less to Charley, but didn't mind breaking the law of looking at the paper every once in a while, speaking he was sans teacher at the moment. Granted, it was uncomfortable to crane his neck over his shoulder for a given time. It didn't bother him at all in college and it wasn't bothering him too much as the lights of the blinds skipped over Charley. It had that dramatic, artistically unrealistic lighting that every man equipped with a B6 and a Gummi eraser finds absolutely orgasmic.

The door knob shifted and a silhouette was at the door, little to Phoenix's attention. It creaked open modestly as one rose-violet Demon Prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, slid in from the side. He sighed rather loudly, grabbing the other man's once-very distant concentration, but hesitated from saying anything once he realized just what the defense attorney was up to- this was less than immediate. He closed the door behind him, leaving his hand on the knob with it's click.

"I didn't intend to interrupt you through paperwork, but--"

Now what happened here, was Phoenix shook from his position, like being snagged by the hair. His eyes caught Edgeworth with an unprofessional appeal that only gave the signal that he wasn't expecting anyone to come in at such a moment. But that was quick to change and easier to try hiding. A grin, he leaned back in his chair with unrealistic nonchalance. "Paperwork? Don't worry, Edgeworth. I'm only drawing."

Now the other man paused, glancing at the floor and back to his host. "Drawing..."

"I've really got nothing to do today." Phoenix scratched the back of his neck, turning his head towards the window with the same average grin on his face. He was never one as considered with having a "fair face," (especially in such attire), but he was, in some different sense, attractive. "What about you? You're usually not one to come out of the blue."

"You left these in court, Wright." A manila folder.

Drats.

Sparked brows and a blank line for a mouth met at parallel in a flat frown, and the delivery man suddenly felt uncomfortable- only because he was bad with these sort of things. Uncomfortable, nevertheless.

"Mind if I look?"

"At the record??"

"No..." He bent his arm upward and pointed at the man in the chair. "Wright, your picture."

"Oh! Oh uh, sure, I guess." He leaned back in his chair (for whatever reason). And eyed the tall man as he almost looked to have speed-walked. Rushed, or something. Miles stepped behind Phoenix, and the attorney slouched again. "It's not all that good, though. I haven't gotten into the real big stuff."

A pause. Miles didn't say anything for a short time and Phoenix was almost unnerved enough to intervene, but eyed his guest prior to doing so and realized he had to stop himself. The guy was really looking at it. He might have gone blind, from all Phoenix knew; his eyes raced a bit, then suddenly stopped, and Miles Edgeworth honestly looked like he had sailed off into space.

"You're," Edgeworth looked towards Phoenix. "Miss Fey's not here at the moment?"Maya, he corrected himself.

"She's ummmm..." A wink then a blink and he concentrated on his own knees. "visiting her place for a little while, but I didn't really ask where."

"You're terrible at whatever babysitting job you've taken up here, Wright, but more importantly," he slid his hands up the desk. His index tapped rather diligently at the corner. "You're... anatomy is horrid."

"...It's a plant, Edgewo--"

"N-no, Wright." He pressed to lean on the desk. "You're getting ahead of yourself, trying to draw this. You need to start with the basics."

"Basics?" Now what could possibly be basic, if a houseplant isn't easy enough?"

"You'd be better off drawing from the human form-- for instance, myself."

And pause. They both heard the pencil finally drop, and there was dull fuzz in the front of both of their eyes, fairly.

"Draw you."

"Don't make me say it again."

"Because you in all of your frilly, pink glory are so much more basic than Charley?"

"Then how does the nude sound to you?" The prosecutor eyed him, his face segued from a flat glare to the hint of a snarly grin. "I insist Wright, and when you're drawing like that, it'd be only to your benefit."

Phoenix was sort of frozen in place-- his mouth hanging wide open and his eyes rolled in to look at his own brain. Eventually, out came a stutter as he slowly died.

"N-nude-d-d-d..."

"You're an art man, are you not?" Edgeworth stood up straight to circle the desk like the proposal didn't mean a thing. "This is what art men do."

The art man pressed his eyes shut, raised his brows, and after Edgeworth really thought about what the hell sort of face he was making, he concluded that Phoenix was only stretching his face.

"I'm free of my own paperwork, you see, but I've yet to necessarily do the favor I came to grant you."

He waved the folder.

"But, that's for the trial--" He raised his hands by inches in some babied, pointless attempt to reach it.

"If you weren't as careless as to leave your only hope of making ends meet where anyone with two eyes could reach it," he patted the record on the back as he talked, blatantly mocking the attorney. "Then you would have at least made a copy, now wouldn't you?"

He crossed his arms, but he couldn't necessarily look as frustrated as he could have- the priss did have a point. "You're a real prick, do you know that?"

A first for the prosecution, he brushed his hair with his fingers in a victorious smirk. "I'll take that as a yes?"

"Fine- fine, sure. Sure." An apathetic sigh. "Sure. I'll draw you naked, but let me know when you're done undressing..."

"What, is it too much to watch someone undress?" His red top slid from his shoulders to his elbows. He let it sink on the couch.

"This coming from the prude Miles Edgeworth." He left the cold, heartless, ruthless blackmailer with a fit as he turned his chair around.

"Hmph. You're the one missing out then." A humored huff left Miles from the nostrils as worked his ascot from around his collar..

"But a plant is more complex?" A point made by the defense.

"When you draw them like you do, it is." If Phoenix's hearing wasn't as bad as Edgeworth thought it was, he undid his belt but went to unbuttoning his shirt soon after. "You're not focusing on capturing it like you should-- it's standing still."

"And what? If anything, you'll move around."

"That's my plan."

"Yeah, a real prick, Edgeworth."