[RL 5: Home Invasion; Phoenix, Edgeworth] [Backdated]

[samuraiprosecutor]

((OOC: Backdated to Monday evening, follow-up to this thread and their conversation in it.))

At first he didn't hear the knocking; the sound of it was drowned out by that of Edgeworth rather loudly blowing his nose - an act which, oddly enough, lasted just the duration of the knock. There was about a half a minute of silence (that strange, muffled silence that resulted from clogged ears) in which Edgeworth turned back to the work on his monitor.

The lines were blurring, and had been for the past hour. He rubbed roughly at the bridge of his nose, cursing the pounding in his forehead; the headache had developed around the time he'd last posted on his online journal, and he had no doubt there was a connection.

This time, when the knock sounded from the front door, he heard it.

'Who in the world...' Brows furrowing, he stood (a bit more shakily than he would have liked) and threw on the robe that had been left hanging on the back of his chair. He hurried to the foyer, face already assuming an expression calculated to drive away the unwanted solicitor, and yanked open the door.

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[samuraiprosecutor]

The man was truly sounding like a broken record at this point. The offer was giving Edgeworth an out, though, one which he was fed up enough to consider: peace, for a promise of relaxing after his work was done. Which was, obviously, what he had planned to do from the beginning.

Of course, he would be going back to work as soon as he was well enough to, but he didn't need to bring that up now. Besides, the sooner his work was done, the more time there would be for him to relax before that happened. Better to get it done now and have time to rest than to keep working until he had to go back to court.

Finally making his decision, and rolling his eyes exaggeratedly, he replied, "Once my work is done I will be more than happy to rest, and take a break...from everything." He punctuated the last by cocking an eyebrow pointedly.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix wasn’t stupid. He didn’t miss the obvious emphasis or its less-than-subtle connotation, and he cursed himself for letting it sting as much as it did. The fact that his progress had taken a step back didn’t escape his notice, either, or that he was falling devastatingly short of his goal. Maybe this really had been a waste of time… What had he been hoping to do? It wasn’t as if he could burst into the apartment and force Edgeworth to sleep…

Still. Another look at the man’s bloodshot eyes and the black circles that surrounded them gave Phoenix pause and a sense of renewed determination, if only enough to make him stand a little straighter as his gaze turned expectant.

Maybe he could still turn this around, or at least get a last word in…

He held out his hand, waiting. “Well? Papers?”

[samuraiprosecutor]

The victory wasn't as decisive as he would have liked, or on as epic a scale, but Edgeworth wasn't about to take it for granted.

Without a word he turned sharply on his heel and started down the hall, belatedly wondering if Wright would enter the apartment, and hoping the man would at least have the decency to wipe his feet if he did.

[attorneyatlol]

Phoenix, valuing his life, did not enter the apartment. He stayed put outside the door, taking a curious (perhaps nosy) glance inside, but from his vantage point, things seemed relatively unchanged since the last time he was there.

A tickling at the back of his throat reminded him that he’d forgotten to take the necessary precautions when coming over—namely the surgical mask—and he sincerely hoped he wasn’t getting sick. Though, after some consideration, he supposed he wouldn’t have been taken as seriously if he’d shown up in such a getup…

Besides, it was worth it. At least if he got sick, he’d be sure to take care of himself.

[samuraiprosecutor]

Within a minute Edgeworth was back in the foyer, thick stack of papers in his hands and a satisfied smirk settled firmly on his face.

He made no move to hand the pile over just yet, instead asking (calmly and, as far as his voice revealed, sincerely) "Will this do? If it's too much I can certainly keep some."