RP POST: The Perils of Personal Ads

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He doesn't want to take the responses, but he knows they're coming.

Well, he thinks he knows. Maybe he'll get lucky and nobody will respond at all. But Phoenix somehow doubts he's that lucky, to be honest. With his luck it's going to be some crazy person with a gun, or who is an assassin in their home dimension, or thinks the color green is really funny. Or who jumps straight to sex. That seems to be common in the Nexus.

He sits in his office, tapping his fingers nervously. Phew. He wishes he could find whoever posted that thing.

((Feel free to post responses to the personal ad here! Poor Phoenix.))

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There's a knock on Phoenix's door. Of course, with the day the defense attorney is experiencing, it has to be another answer to his ad, right?

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So then why is Edgeworth the one at the door, waiting impatiently?

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Phoenix opens the door. Probably another ad respons --

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His brain shorts out a second. Oh God his alternate life is finally coming true why is Edgeworth answering time to go huddle in a corner and die...

kljdasjfkldasf [Get a hold of yourself.]

"Uh, c...can I help you Edgeworth?" he asks. [Please be business please be business...]

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Edgeworth stands with his arms folded. God, what was taking so..

Oh, there he is.

"Wright." The prosecutor states simply, watching him a second. Normally he wouldn't have done this, but... "I did not catch you at a bad time, did I?"

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"Uh, n... no, not at all. Business is slow, and all I've been getting are people coming here about that damn personal that popped up in the Nexus," he replies. He pauses. "...that doesn't include, you, right?" There's a sort of deer-in-the-headlights look as he asks this.

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Miles stands there a moment, staring at Wright. He thought he came over for.. what? He looks pretty much indifferent as usual but he's really trying hard not to laugh.

Is that why Phoenix was acting more unsophisticated than usual?

The totally scared look nearly does it. Instead of laughing, Miles sighs, looking down at the papers he held in his hands.

"Well, now that you mention it.." He trails off, looking as if to be considering something, before he glances back to Phoenix with a faintly amused expression.

"I'm sure if you brought that pen along, we could work something out."

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Phoenix gapes. "E...EDGEWORTH!" Oh look at him, looking all flustered and red and such. How cute. "W...we don't discuss that thing outside of the Nexus!" He's leading him on, right? Totally leading him on. He's so easily led. Like a puppy.

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Miles does his best to look as disappointed as he could manage, trying hard not to laugh in the process. This would probably not be worth it if Phoenix didn't get all riled up. Which was adorable. In an entirely straight, business associated, not to be confused with his alternate at all way, of course. Nope, no gay here.

"The offer stands anyway." Oh now he's being a jerk. He presents the defense attorney with what he was carrying: a folder with miscellaneous updated court documents, with notes Miles scribbled in his neat handwriting. "I have a copy of these back in my office, so you can do with these as you wish. I would prefer if you read them, of course." Eyebrow raise coupled with a smirk. "..If you could possibly find the time."

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Phoenix is now thoroughly and completely embarassed. He knows Edgeworth is joking at this point; however, the combination of alternate antics, unwanted personal ads and Nexus LOL has definitely taken a toll on his dignity. If he had any.

He takes the documents anyway and mumbles thanks. "I'll... try to get 'em read by tomorrow," he says, looking a little like a little kid as he does. Business. A surprising breath of fresh air today.

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It must totally not be helping that Miles is totally unphased with tormenting his rival. He almost feels bad. Almost.

"Good. You have my number if you have any questions." He pauses, before he leans forward a bit. Not too much, because he's expecting the door to slam shut in his face anytime soon.

"..or if you want to reconsider.." Jerk to asshole status in 0 to 60.

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"Ha ha ha." Consider door slammed. Asshole.

He goes back to his desk, trying to regroup. This could take a while.