He sparked when he felt a warm, wet muscle press between his lips and stop at those clenched teeth of his. All being considered, it took three seconds too long before Phoenix even considered pushing him away. Even then, it was slow and it took this pursuer an inch of time to notice the younger man pressing his fingers over his shoulders.

Edgeworth flinched, his eyes darted to the desk- the drawing maybe, or nothing certain at all, because thos dark-eyed Demon Prosecutor had a dignified, sad, little smile. Wright couldn't read his expression at all, but his lack of an immediate reason shifted face into something a little more on the verge of uncomfortable than anything blithed. He relaxed his shoulders, but Wright kept, at least, an infirm grip; he was fixed on the older man. For efficiency's sake, the lack of a dead-panned look from those blue eyes soothed Miles, and this proved to be the oddest thing about him growing tense under Phoenix's hold.

"I haven't been kissed in a long time, Edgeworth." Wright looked to the bookshelf, he gave a glance's worth of a tight grip and sunk his head back. He pressed his forehead into the naked chest in front of him, and he spoke, and he slid his hands down under Edgeworth's arms and supported him there, "I feel really, really hot right now."

His mindset elated when Phoenix pressed a soft kiss to his sternum.

An antsy jitter struck his ankles and his calves weakened until he felt his stomach press harder on the desk. The dressed of the two tightened his squeeze around the older man's upper torso, and pulled him by it for their second kiss. Edgeworth panted, his mouth forced apart by one hot breath and a twisted wet muscle. Phoenix twisted his neck and stopped when the web of the prosecutor's lips met his biting teeth. He let his tongue press in aimlessly, colliding with Edgeworths seemingly articulate other. A slow, prolonged gasp transpired as he retaliated Wright's intrusion with his own. He pushed Phoenix's head back by butting into his mouth deeper, the slick push and the saliva behind his bottom teeth did nothing but keep him inside the other man, tongues molesting each other in one closed unit of space.

Phoenix felt a tightening fit and his legs felt heavier. Edgeworth's hands raked up the artist's arms and cradled his jawline until the two parted again.

"Get on the desk."

The nude paused, bending his face, a quick kiss. "On the desk?" Phoenix scooted his jacket to the side with his elbow and the papers were discarded to the floor in similar fashion, where he gave Edgeworth an enticing, deepened exhibition.

Wright didn't speak before moving his mouth underneath the man's chin, harassing it with wild pecks and flicks and nibbles with his mouth as he rattled a sigh from Edgeworth and gave him a sharp tug in return, heaving him upward and closer. Here, where Miles hoisted himself up and settled on the desk, sitting on his knees. The attorney kissed the joint, eyes scaling the figure before him slowly. Slowly being the key word.

There was nothing new to his opinion of the man's figure from earlier inspection, but the angle was different- Edgeworth was much less the model than he was simply a piece of work. He could see his hardened figure. He had slightly pinked, perked somewhat by room-temperature. and the small hairs cascading from his chest into the gradually darkened trail, a small, thick spritz of black hair curling above him. Phoenix put his hand on the man's inner thigh, up close.

Edgeworth flushed at the exposure, but didn't fumble when Phoenix snaked his other hand between the man's calves, motioning him to move. He brought his legs to hang over the side, and he leaned closer to the chair, the fat of his lip pressing into Phoenix between his eyes. He pushed into his face, but retreated. With a shuddering, loud "Goddammit!"

"Edgewor--" he was stilled when the man drew his leg up to see a stray reflection of gold from under the nude's thigh.

"It's your fucking pin."

"Aw shit, Edgeworth," Phoenix grimaced, embarrassed of the daunting little pin to reach his hand to it, tugging it. The prosecutor shook him up with a swat, pushing his hand away.

"Don't just yank it out- are you trying to kill me?!"

"What the Hell--"

"Infections, Wright..."

"Did you get your shots?" An astonished, "Well, yeah, but--"

"Then you're not gonna' fucking die." Phoenix twiddled the pin in his fingers as the victim;s expression sunk, and he lifted his leg to attentively take a look. "You didn't even feel me pull this out, did you, you baby?"

Edgeworth snooted at that last word. "If I die, I'll make sure you follow suit."

"Good luck with that." The younger man craned his neck, grinning sensually, kissing under Edgeworth's chin again, catching a breath. Edgeworth gave a mumbled, fussy "Don't you kiss me;" but as figured, Phoenix ignored it with a soft chuckled and moved up the man's jawline.

The hot breaths from Phoenix's mouth against his ear, his hair flaking back all but made him shake with each exhale, and he followed up with a sigh. His eyes darting around, yet Phoenix didn't even need to take notice of this, as his touch to Edgeworth was all but even and controlled.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"It's not every day I'm bare on someone's desk, Wright, so yes." Phoenix whispered he was flattered, and Edgeworth's eyes rolled with a soft laugh in his ear from the younger man. "And my leg still hurts, I hope you know."

"You know, some people like pain, Edgeworth?"

"And what is it that you like?" His bottom lip slid up over the upper, very catty.

"I like seeing prosecutors get stuck in by attorneys' badges," and he licked into the man's mouth, scratching out his option to argue, pressing his tongue firmly against everything in the foreign mouth, wrestling again with Mile's tongue. The prosecutor himself did not notice his sadistic little lawyer grace his hand around his naval, his fingers rubbing at his trail. Phoenix spider-ed his way down until he finally groped whatever was throbbing and hard down there. "After that, I just can't help myself." Edgeworth's breath skipped and his breath was exasperated.

"Ftch--" he melted under Phoenix's calloused fingers, whom was thumbing his sore head and tickling, teasing up the shaft of which he had fallen victim to. God, he flicked and skated over, dipping in at times to get those short, deep whimpers, so typically Edgeworth in style, that he was apparently looking for. "Wrii--" Edgeworth was suddenly breathing awkwardly into his mouth, and Wright was taking in every tuft of air that came from him, deepening the kiss when needed.

It was obviously going way too fast, the older man reasoned, but here he was, kicking his legs against desk drawers and towering over another male. He felt too good to feel bad about it. He was lifting his hips into those hands, the touch; his sensitive throbbing ache came dull as he placed his hand over Wright's. His gripped the mans wrist, Phoenix pausing briefly to look up at him, and blushed too; they gave drunken glances as Edgeworth moved his hand from under him. He landed his other hand on the nape of Phoenix's neck and leaned deeply to talk into his forehead. "If you're going to touch me, Wright, then actually touch me."

"Why do you act like we're going to have sex or something, you sicko." Two eyes rolled upward could see the prosecutor's confident smirk, a kinky edge of uneasiness that had escaped the artist's mind since college. He was sneaky when it came to begging, apparently, and Phoenix complied under his grip with less delicate fondling. There was no wrapping of fingers, no curling- just a hard rubbing action, and Phoenix was satisfied with Edgeworth when he got a deeper, exhausting moan. He kept going. Phoenix's free hand brushed over a nipple- a hic came from Miles and his mouth was minutely lagging open. The rough tips of fingers twilled and encircled, and it kept his guard down with each tweak and twist and turn as the nub stiffened. A vital tickling feeling ensnared him, and he flexed into it willingly. He was jittery, but not at all surprised to feel Phoenix kiss him up to his chin, licking his bottom lip. Suddenly, Edgeworth was caught talking into Wright's mouth, in and out of the lock. "I wonder if I could just finish myself off somewhere--"

"Then why don't you?"

Phoenix sat straight, and despite any and all heat in the remark, the man's reaction was rather novel.

He pulled back with that color around his nose getting fuller. The way he looked down at Phoenix was almost concerning to the younger man- Edgeworth looked absolutely spotted. He blinked profusely, then looked down.

But that damn grin never left his face.

Never, until he closed his eyes. The incoming sweat that was already on him had a raw sheen to it, and Miles had a rather diplomatic look on his face to rebut it. "I'll just let you think about that," and he bent to Phoenix's chin, his hands pinching at his collar. "So I don't sound like Larry, anyway."

Phoenix nearly smirked to the side. "You're making me blush," he cooed, and lifted himself from the chair. He leaned forward. "Just take it off for me and I'll frisk ya a little more." His hand wrapped around Miles to take a shamelessly deliberate grab at his ass; the impending spasm from Edgeworth, into him, was satisfying enough. "Take that," he whispered, and was kicked in the leg because of it.

Whether Phoenix really took notice to just how fast Miles Edgeworth was yanking his buttons through, or not, he kept his eyes downward as he was being attacked by those systematic, concentrated little kisses that pretty much reeked with impatient virginity.

"You've never done this before, have you?" A fitting question, but Edgeworth's fingers stopped as he pulled Phoenix, bare, against him by the shirt. The other man's body felt particularly firmer against his chest; the lightest layer of sweat between both of them gave it a disgusting, delightful little slip. He could feel each and every twitch, breath, and the unsteady heartbeat he drew from Miles- his erection ached down, thickened and stressed under his belt.

"I was hoping you could teach me a few things," he licked. "Even though I question your experience just the same." To which Phoenix pinched and the older man kicked him again. "Hey now, I even know who Earl Zach is and you don't, so--"

"So that automatically gives you the experience?" Phoenix nodded and the little partner of his moaned again, the exasperation of a yawn. "You wouldn't know, would you, Edgeworth?". He tilted his head down, out of Mile's reach, those eyes and that excited, shrude look on his face made sent a chill down his neck. "How do you want to do this?"

"By 'want to do this.' you mean--"

"Who," A kiss,"Fucks who Goddamn senseless, Edgeworth?" One more time to the side of his mouth. When the frilly prosecutor pouted about the shady imagery he had from the comment, Phoenix only huffed back a laugh. Edgeworth kissed his earlobe and he shuddered as his loose skin was lightly teethed and tongued and played around with.

"I haven't seen your dick at all, Wright," he spoke past his head. "And I thought I said that was coming out first, didn't I?"

"Hey now, you were the one unbuttoning my shirt--" A strong grab at his bulge made him teeter forward into Miles, who rubbed and groped at it as he caught Phoenix with his hand pushing against his stomach. Wright put his free hand on the rim of the desk.

"Don't make me ask again, Wright." Edgeworth whispered into the younger man's neck, the younger man fumbling like a wounded mutt to unbutton his own slacks. Soon, the only thing holding his pants up was Edgeworth's dirty hold. He smoothed over it, getting erratic shh-ing noises from the, otherwise, collected attorney. Once he seceded, the slacks dropped to the floor almost too quickly. Phoenix glanced at Edgeworth's pseudo-curious gaze at the leaked spot of precum on his briefs.

Wright took the lead here, only from earning a sharp, demanding glare. So he thumbed the sides of the material, alternatively looking at the man up on the table and over his heaving chest to his nether region. Turning up to finally keep the gaze at an impatient Edgeworth, time came to an utter slow, and he pushed down on the cloth. The nude lightly stroked himself on the desk, watching with an intimidating, hungry, horny look on his face, making Phoenix almost stop to see. An offending toe digging into his thigh reactivated him. The underwear was eventually shuffled off.

Edgeworth heartily licked his lip as Phoenix's swell had sprung upward from it's enclosure. He couldn't help but stare at it for a little too long, resuscitated when Wright wriggled forward in play, and he shook his head with a sour blush. The artist gleamed with a light, airy laugh and pressed his lips into his subject's; they dragged out into another messy, spit-entangled kiss as they both started to curl fingers to stroke themselves.

Phoenix was the first to speak. "So, how are we going to do this, again? I feel like I've been asking you that the whole time you've been here."

"Well, how should we do it?"

"However you want, but it is your first time." He grunted with the sight of Edgeworth touching himself in front of him. "It's something to be careful about."

"Do we even have condoms?"

"Good question, but sadly, I don't think there would be any lying around here."

"I wouldn't figure Ms. Fey to participate in such--"

"Oh wait just a minute, you reminded me." Phoenix laughed, and bolted to the left to the next office over- Mia's. Edgeworth's face darkened in the comedic horror that came through the door, waving a box. He secretly hoped they were expired.

"These were hers, I saw them behind this old Family Law book."

"This better be a joke, Wright, because--" The prosecutor was immediately gagged by two fingers. "Suck on these for a minute,"

"Hagh-"

"Spit on them, do whatever." He tugged at Edgeworth's lip with his finger, and didn't yelp when he got two swift kicks to his calf.

"If you give me a bruise, I'm telling everyone about your ugly nipples--"

"If you tell a soul about this, Wright, I'll skin you alive."

"Not the sex, the drawing, in particular. Maya won't think anything of it, I draw naked people all the time."

"You?" Edgeworth paused, the look of foreign fingers in his mouth made Phoenix melt a little, fitting into another heaving breath from jerking himself off, but that's just how things work.

"Well, sure. Anytime someone sees me trying to draw Charley, they just freak out, and--" And he wasn't surprised when Miles bit him, either. "Fine, fine- I was joking!"

"So I assume you're on top?" It didn't even occur to him that the subject had suddenly changed, but it was really starting to tickle him how funny the older man talked with any sort of appendages in his mouth.

"Assume? I thought you would catch on sooner!"

"When would I do that?"

"Dude, I just stuck my fingers in your mouth--"

"Well, why would I think you'd do such a thing?" Silence, then Wright shrugged. "You- think about that for a minute."

"Oh..."

Edgeworth took Phoenix by the wrist and removed the two fingers from his mouth. "Regardless, I'll trust you with this." He patted the younger man's wrist in an almost motherly movement, his eyes swaying up to look at the artist, and he secretly wished he could stop the clock to draw that too.

A grin. "So you trust me, all of a sudden?"

"Shut up and fuck me, Wright."

"Look who's getting impatient!" Phoenix grinned with his teeth in the midst of placing his hands on his hips in every-day impulse.

"Well, no... But I--" Can't get enough of me, Edgeworth? "You're as dumb as Butz."

"Only because I had no one to slap me on the wrist--"

"But the girls slapped you on the face, I'm sure."

"Oh, you hurt me." He tapped the desk, his other hand ran down the back of the man's thigh. "I'm quite the seducer, you know."

"Not with 'nipple-things,' you're not."

Edgeworth eyed him as his knees were picked up under Wright's hands and he was being rotated to the right, a good ninety-degrees. "So you caught on?" Phoenix was paused and scurried his eyes around as Edgeworth shuffled his hands onto the desk to regain his composure with a confused, cautious stare. "I'm just moving you so there's more room."

Miles asked ,"For?" Phoenix snapped a knee with his finger. "You to keep from falling off!" he finished, patting the man's thigh. "My desk is longer sideways, so you don't have to get a bad neck from your head dangling off the side."

"Give me some warning ahead of time next time you--"

"Treat you like a Goddamn princess?" Wright so lovingly dropped a leg haplessly to dig in the box with the same hand, pincers selecting one packet and biting it open. Those few thoughtless actions made Edgeworth shrug into his shoulders. It just looked so cool and reckless when the lawyer did it.

A normal thought of a man who covers his neck in a suit. "That, exactly."

"Can you slip this on for me?" The opened wrapper was handed over, and through a tedious mix of confusion and concentration between the two of them, the condom was tugged on with a horny sigh from Phoenix. He nodded in approval- Edgeworth swallowed his spit.

"So what do you do next? I'll admit, you're rather slow at this--"

"Yeah, it's a lot quicker in pornography, isn't it?" Wright smiled broadly with his eyes closed in an almost novel fashion.

"I told you I don't watch those sort of things--"

"I openly bet you read it, though."

Miles Edgeworth blushed and turned his head, and Phoenix gave him a slow, thumbed stroke to make up for it. He breathed in heavily, and muttered for him to just "Stick the damn thing in, Wright."

"Crazy-- you need preparation first!" He was swatted away from Edgeworth's swollen cock, so the man could tease himself.

"Now, Wright!!" A soft moan. "God, just do as I tell you!"

To be honest, he couldn't openly say how much he had wanted to do that even up to this point, but he obliged with a modest, flushed face.

He teased first, circling his thumb across the puckering hole- Edgeworth shivered and huffed under his touch, and since he couldn't really tell whether he was about to get a moan or a kick in the side of the head from the man, Phoenix stopped to place his tip at the entrance.

Miles only stared at him, Phoenix pressed in to see a small cringe from the prosecutor. He pushed in a little more, and shuddered at how wrapped around his dick the older man was. They both grunted as he slid, but Wright didn't go much further once Edgeworth stiffened his leg as Phoenix held it.

"Wright-- take it out!" Edgeworth? "God damn you to Hell, be careful!"

"Okay-okay!" The whole image was hilarious more than it was emergent- to him, but he was quick to respond; any man so illy prepared was not afraid of smashing his foot into someone's face, he'd worn those shoes himself. He pulled out, and the man below him just whimpered. Phoenix chuckled under his breath. "Then maybe I should prepare you first, how does that sound?"

"Why, that sounds absolutely delightful," he replied. "You smug son of a bitch."

"I'll just take that as a cute pet name for now," and Edgeworth relaxed into an preemptively hidden smidgen of a smile when the artist had lowered on top of him to kiss him on the forehead; he just sunk in a little again and breathed on Wright's neck, staring at his Adam's apple.

"Do you want to stop," Phoenix lowered to meet eyes. "Or, if you're comfortable, I'll try again."

Miles, so romantically, just blew a drift of air into Phoenix faces, crossed his arms, and nodded. "Fuck up again, and I'll end you" Edgeworth smiled, tapping his finger.

"Yes, your highness." He sucked his own fingers this time, and drew them below Edgeworth's legs, tracing his lower figure playfully, before twiddling his fingers around the entrance. The other man squinted, so he pressed one in.

The muscle instinctively tightened as he encircled the inside, so to be totally respectful, he inserted a second, and pushed them through to the first digit. Edgeworth was smuggling his lip between his teeth, but he kept his eyes down between his legs. The whole situation was just that dirty, but it almost seemed like a normal cup of coffee-- it must be due to the constant bickering, but that's fine, isn't it? Sure, and when Phoenix asked and Miles said he was perfectly fine, Phoenix entered a third finger to pry and spread and massage with. He hit a spot where, inside, the figure under him flexed, and groaned.

"You're okay, right?"

"I--I am," he tch-ed. "Wright..." They both nodded and looked past each other's shoulders.

"It's been a long time since, but yeah..." he exhaled against Edgeworth's shoulder. "I'm A-Okay."

Edgeworth smiled, kissed Phoenix on the cheek- a simple deviation of an eight year-old, but he was quick with it.

"I think your stretched now."

"Took long enough." And Wright stood again, taking hold of his erection and fixating it at the hole.

They both drew anxious breaths as he slid in. Edgeworth sighed a drawn out fuck, but it was too out of anyone's mind-- Phoenix felt enthralled by how tight the man still was, after being absolutely played with, anyway. He slid in, a small way from the hilt to let Edgeworth adjust to the feeling-- a better feeling of something of that caliber inside of him.

"Take as long as you need to, then I'll start moving."

His return was a small push from Edgeworth, he swallowed an outburst and pressed back. Edgeworth, you dirty girl-- Miles moaned this time, and did so as Wright was slow in starting his move. Phoenix gasped openly as he pulled out, then in.

They didn't know how long it took for them to really take pace and form a rhythm, but they quickened well enough. Phoenix was moving in collaboration, Edgeworth was quaking underneath him, and the heat of their breaths (bad breath, at that), the sheen of the sweat across Edgeworth's face, his hair cling to the side of his face, and the blood rushing below both of them. It was raw, dirty, and so typical-- it almost felt like a paperback.

It was stirring, between the both of them- thrusting and raising hips back and balls smacking against each other while Phoenix held his legs apart. He stirred, the sensitive ring of muscle was simply being stretched at all angles and the head of Wright's heaping cock was retreating and easing, pressing that spot in him. He moaned and grunted in tune with the younger man.

The look on Edgeworth's face was absolutely whorish- his head back and his mouth attempting to close itself in vein. His every breath lost it's airy tone, and was very fleshed out. He back was arched, his chest heaving and raised up. One hand aimlessly up around his collar, the other under Phoenix's ribs in a fist. Not touching him, but it was there, and if that was his awkward way of connecting even further, then such was life.

"Touch yourself," Phoenix whispered to peck him multiple, misfired times against his jawline.

What was odd was that he did just that, as if Wright was only there to give him permission. One hand licked and crept down to his balls-- the other shifted to his nipple. The man played and smoothed with his finger tips, and Phoenix could feel the wafts of air that were circulating with Edgeworth's every lagging, hasty, lagging gasps.

Something odd churned and weighed down with a tightening little grip in his stomach, and Phoenix was the first to hunch forward again, gritting, and he moaned out something incoherently English- even if it was obviously stuttered from the moment.

Miles felt something warm pearl inside of him.

He shuddered as he attempted to look, but dropped his head back down to the hard surface under him. Phoenix took his free hand to take hold of Edgeworth's organ as he continued fucking him. He too was nearing some oddly-unfamiliar boiling point.

Whatever Edgeworth's mind was still spitting up, it didn't matter since things simply didn't mess up for the past forty-five minutes. That being said, he had no idea what was going on, it worked out for getting himself "fucked out of your mind, Edgey! You're into that kind of stuff, right?" That, however, ceased when something warm and wet spattered in loose droplets across the skin his chest; he came into Wright's fingers with a groggy, exhausted tremor in his mouth.

Each had what they would now call a good run, speaking no one was dead. He noticed Edgeworth didn't even attempt to lean up again, but rather, stayed on his back, breathing heavily. Phoenix, who looked rather tired himself, took out and decided he'd scan the room for something of an unknown nature.

"You wouldn't happen to have a few tissues, would you?" He traced a finger near Edgeworth's stomach. The older man craned his neck, his wrists up grabbing at nothing, but simply spectating the blatant mess on his abdomen.

"Sorry, I left my purse at home, Wright." He shook his head. "I feel dirty."

"It happens-- are you alright?" A sigh came in reply, "I am, but I think I should get a shower... or something like that." He grimaced at his stomach, propping up onto his elbows..

"Sure, it's in the back room, down the little hall right out this door. He look to the side, Edgeworth, out of whatever Herculean power he had left, stood up, and in deer-like precision, stumbled his way to the door.

"This is Ms. Fey's office."

A scoff. "Why does everyone believe I'd really have a shower in here?" He placed his hands on his hips, denoting the seriousness of the question just by strolling along completely naked.

He turned from opening the door. "I hate you." He slammed it shut.

"So you open sometime this week?" Miles, confused, asked "For?"

"Well, you have to eat dinner sometime Edgeworth."

"And you need to make money for such outings, Wright."

"And that's why people assume I just live in my office." Phoenix goggled, and apparently, he found a box of tissue from under the desk. Miles only saw the spiked protrusion from the top, and grinned, humored. "But, in case you've forgotten, I've actually one a case or two, so I have enough money to indulge. Y'know, with that Powers guy and all. I heard he made a lot of money..."

"I didn't consider." He crossed his arms, perhaps actually impressed by the attorney and his not-so disappointing financial situation, even if it was absolutely nothing like his.

Even if Phoenix offered him a meal at Lunch Land. He was simply scratching his neck, but it was enough to get the other man to say yes. "So Tomorrow at lunch? Or dinner-- we can light up a few candles here in the office."

"Isn't that a little too sensual for take-out?"

"Then that scratches out the flower petals in the bath--"

"You just said there wasn't a shower in here!" That's when Phoenix told him he was just too damn smart, it hurt. "I don't know why I even speak to you."

"Because I'm wonderful, right?"

"...I'll have to think on that one." And graced along to Wright, snagging a slip of tissue from the box, wiping his own stomach clean and glared when the younger man made a face of amusement. "You have yet to show me that drawing, by the way."

"Oh yeah, that's how this all started, huh?" He thumbed his chin, eying the desk. "I bet it's on the floor down there. Just get dressed while I find it. We've adapted too well to just walking around all nudey and stuff." Phoenix went down on his knees, clawing his jacket over to slip it on, not even bothering to button his shirt- an act of nonchalance to Edgeworth, who just watched get on all fours to pick up two-three sheets or so. As this little process ensued, he must have shrugged it off and dressed himself. Edgeworth was up to buttoning his vest by the time Phoenix finished his search and lifted himself up with aid from his furniture.

He handed Miles the short stack, the older man smiled.

It was the words that came from his mouth, after the whole encounter with Miles Edgeworth, that threw him off and taught him something new about the prosecutor, although he'd never be able to word it himself.

"Thank you, Wright."

The graphite had smudged a little, but anyone could blame that on the pencil. Still bits and touches left to do, but there's also nothing wrong with letting it go before he could call it finished. A sketch is a sketch: big messy lines that are great for passing the time. Besides, it was already signed.

If only he could sneak a photo of him smiling like that, calm, but not null of expression. Edgeworth said nothing, so he assumed (for his own benefit of the doubt) the expert was satisfied.

"Draw me next time, okay?"

Edgeworth paused. "Here? Or..."

"Your place next time?"

"Now that's inviting yourself, Wright--"

"What the Hell?" Wright gagged on air, his eyes rolled. "You waltzed in here just a short while ago!"

"Let me leave my records in court, then we'll talk." He opened the door, turning his head then stammering back around- his jabot was already around his neck, don't spin a disc, Edgeworth.

"Hey, Edgeworth?" Phoenix stepped back, the once again frilly prosecutor turned with the doorknob in his grasp. He was leaning in, his face much lighter than it usually looked, and the guarantee that there was more of this to see was enlightening to the attorney. "Wright?"

"Can I bring Charley?" Edgeworth just stared at him, his brows had sunk and his lip curled.
An indescribable shout erupted from the other end of the impulsively slammed door.