A misunderstanding between two lawyers – Part two
The case went well for Edgeworth (the protagonist in this charming tale) and he beat Phoenix in court, but this was no substitute for his longing to beat Phoenix out of court too; physically that is, for making him feel so bad. Phoenix looked stricken as the cold prosecutor exited without so much as a look at his defence attorney friend.
Pretty, wasn't something you could call the truth and Edgeworth had to leave before Phoenix could see the small tears rolling down his flawlessly pale face, which quickly froze atop his cheek. Edgeworth wasn't just cold in nature and spirit, but also in body temperature. It was as though he were a vampire in a popular, young-adult vampire novel and he was icy to the touch.
"Edgeworth," Phoenix yelled, hoping to get his attention, confused by the stony prosecutor's steely reaction to the end of the case.
Egdeworth tried to roll his eyes. They were frozen in place unfortunately, but he didn't let this stop him much, "What?"
"Yo, Edgeworth, I wanted to innocently ask you why you're acting as though I've done something wrong?" Phoenix's words were eager and friendly; he'd never reminded Edgeworth more of a puppy in his life. He wanted to reach and fondly stroke behind his ear, but that might've been a bit weird, so he didn't.
Instead he shrugged, "It's nothing. I'm a busy man...and I'm sure you are. Shouldn't you be meeting your new man?" Edgeworth's words were as stiff as his signature cravat.
Phoenix looked puzzled like a hamster who'd just had it's food bowl abruptly taken from it. "What man?"
Edgeworth rolled his eyes again and looked away jolly well pissed off. "The man you have now, Wright, that's who. Now do excuse me I'm busy, I need to get home to feverishly polish my tea-set and play chess in a dark room of misery and depression.
Phoenix still look puzzled as slapped spider and raised his eyebrow. "Man?"
"You said, you'd met a guy? Good jolly locks, Wright, no wonder you lost the case if this is what your memory is like, perhaps you failed to recall some vital evidence? What-what!"
"Ha ha," was the sound Phoenix made as he laughed, "No, no, not a guy, I said I'd found some rye...you know, as in rye bread? I got a new brand down at the supermarket and it's simply amazing. I've never felt this way before about a healthy breaded snack."
Edgeworth felt foolish, much like his horse William often did when he failed a jump. How could he have misheard so? He blushed a dark reddish, pink colour, similar the the colour he sported on his suit. "Oh-oh, I see. I thought I heard differently."
"In fact," Phoenix continued, carrying on as though not perturbed by Edgeworth angry reaction to him apparently having met a guy, "I was going to ask if you wanted to come round to my house and we could...I dunno, eat rye-break together. You know, obviously, we'd put stuff on it, otherwise it's be DISGUSTINGLY BLAND like an albinos poo."
"I'd like that very much, Wright." Edgeworth replied, his happiness allowing him to ignore Phoenix's admittance to having eaten albino faeces. Edgeworth's rampant horniness would be kept at bay he rather thought. He knew that when Phoenix said eat rye-bread, it actually meant have sex. Perhaps they'd desecrate on the rye-bread and eat that, though probably not as that would be really disgusting.
