Phoenix greeted the cold morning with bleary eyes and a sneeze that shook the bed. Tired and hating the cold pricking his bare neck and shoulders, Phoenix curled under the comforter with contented sighs. It was an easing of warmth under the covers a faint familiar smell. Caught up in trying to drift into the dream he had already forgotten, or the inhale of clean bed-sheets, Phoenix only half-registered the opening of the wardrobe door. The shuffling of clothes was almost mute to him.
"Don't you have work to do?" The concern was muffled slightly by the comforter snug against his ears.
Phoenix groaned in response, "Yeah… but I can go in later…" Phoenix kept his eyes shut, drawling out words to shoo the other man away.
"Yes, if you were in your own home." Edgeworth's voice was a slight grind on the man wanting to hide.
Before he could grab the comforter they were tugged from him. "I'm up now."
Phoenix opened his eyes to give a lazy glare at the man slightly shadowed in the limited lighting.
"It's freezing," Phoenix shivered sitting upright unmotivated to move his legs from the warmth of the bed.
"If you were to dress yourself it would be far much warmer." Edgeworth said moving to the wardrobes.
Running his hand through the black nest on his head he sighed and admired Edgeworth slipping into his waistcoat. His dress was the usual three piece attire for work. No matter the amounts of times he would see the prosecutor dressed it made him the more reluctant to pull the one suit that was decent enough for work.
Hearing the sigh from the half-naked man, was not unusual to hear in the morning. If anything it at least told him he was fully awake. "Wright, get dressed I'm not being late because of you."
"Ouch." Phoenix said monotonously. Complying he stood pushing his navel out and back stretching his feet to rise on his toes.
Phoenix could feel the glare burning into his neck as he pulled his pressed (not by him) clothes on. When called out on his relentless need to take two minutes fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, Phoenix simply nodded and finished the top button.
Finally Phoenix had managed to lengthen his morning ritual by ten minutes to return to the front door greeted fondly by glaring furrows. Edgeworth had layered his coat, scarf and gloves whilst Phoenix shoved his feet into his shoes, using Edgeworth's shoulder for stability. Shoes done and a pull of his winter coat, Phoenix pulled in his collar speaking, "Scarf."
Edgeworth pulled the red scarf from the hangers and wrapped it once before looping it into a knot, letting it hang in a simple fashion. Whilst it hung in a fashionable statement it stood out as… odd against his partner's dark coat.
"You've given me one minute to spare after driving you to your office and then to the precinct." Edgeworth's brow stayed deep under silver hair. "I've never been so enthusiastic for Spring when you the weather won't have an incessant need to take time with layers." Edgeworth exhaled as he tugged on Phoenix's scarf once more.
"Well, that rare enthusiasm will be wasted since I don't do so well when the seasons change." Phoenix smirked, sniffing his nose up to emphasise a point that could only be proven in time.
Of course, just as precedent would say, Edgeworth lost once more to Phoenix when the evidence came in the presence of a hacking cough and sneeze on a morning in March.