[RL: After Dinner - Friday, 7:00PM | Phoenix; Edgeworth]

[attorneyatlol]

As they exited the restaurant, Phoenix fell in line behind Edgeworth, dreading everything from the walk to the parking complex to the ride in the car and especially the ultimate arrival at Edgeworth’s apartment. He had somehow managed to convince the other man to share a glass of wine with him before the night was over—one last celebratory gesture for an occasion Edgeworth seemed to care little for. Unbeknownst to Edgeworth, though, a throng of people were expectantly waiting for him there, standing in his living room, sitting on his couches, possibly eating his food… using his facilities…

Stomach twisted in knots, Phoenix tried very hard to focus on the bright side: dinner had been pleasant enough and thankfully affordable; despite knowing very little about sushi, he had managed to locate a restaurant that was both ‘decent’ (according to Edgeworth’s standards) and reasonably priced (according to Phoenix’s), and while their encounters were never perfect, Edgeworth had at least seemed to be enjoying himself. …As much as he ever allowed himself to, anyway.

…Which just made the whole thing that much worse.

Phoenix sighed, and for the umpteenth time that night, he wondered how the hell he had let Larry talk him into this.



((OOC: Post-dated to tomorrow evening. ...or would that be this evening? Oh well. Whoo~))

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[samuraiprosecutor]

"As long as Butz is made to suffer, that will suffice." Edgeworth fell silent as he turned off of Sepulveda; his home was minutes away now, and a chill seeped through his limbs in nervous anticipation.

[attorneyatlol]

The turn caused Phoenix to look out the window, and upon realizing where they were, a knot twisted his stomach anew. There was one last thing…

He reached into his pocket. “I’ll, uh… I’ll call him and let him know we’re on our way.”

[samuraiprosecutor]

Edgeworth's only response was to glance at Wright, his brows furrowed slightly, then return his attention to the road. Prospects for the evening seemed grim. Socializing wasn't something he was completely comfortable with when it was by his own choice; when it was all but forced on him...

With a resigned sigh and a growing feeling of dread he turned in to the complex.

Continued here, open invitation!!