circle7 | First post, whoo!

Y'know, I forgot you drove. Same car?

[Phoenix paces to walk beside him, looking around, as though the car might be right there on the sidewalk.]

Of course.

...That reminds me, did you ever end up getting a license yourself, Wright?

[...And he just laughs at that.]

That would imply I can afford a car.

You don't need a car to get a license...

[And here they come up on Edgeworth's fancy bright red sports car. Fabulous. He gets out his keys, and unlocks the doors for the both of them.]

Ah. Here we are.

It's not very useful without a car. And I somehow doubt you'd let me drive yours.

[~~dhjfhd fabulous~~ Phoenix makes his way around to the passenger side, looking the car over with an impressed whistle before stepping in.]

No bodies in the trunk, right?

Hm. No, but I'm sure Detective Gumshoe would let you drive his. That is, if he still has it.

[And Edgeworth steps into the driver's seat. Mind the leather, Nick.]

...I sincerely hope not. I don't need you being accused of murder again.

I think I can survive without a car, anyway.

[And seat belt gets clicked on. Safety first!]

Sheesh, that would be how many times now..?

[It's probably not a good thing if you're losing count, Phoenix.]

[He's glad of that at least. ~~Though Phoenix is pretty much indestructible.~~]

...You don't remember? Far too many, in any case.

[After clicking his own seat belt, he starts the car and begins to drive.]

[He just laughs. They both know he's innocent, anyway, and Phoenix had long since learned not to take life so seriously. Unlike Edgeworth.]

Hopefully it doesn't happen again.

If it happens too many times, even I might become suspicious.

[See, even Edgeworth can tease. Sometimes.]

[Color Phoenix surprised! Although he's not surprised that it looks almost painful for him to joke once in a while. A brighter smile spreads on Phoenix's face regardless.]

I'll try to avoid it if possible.

Please. For my sake, if not yours.

[They drive for a little while before they come to a row of classy, upscale clothing stores. Perfect. He starts looking for a place to park.]

[In the meantime...

Phoenix has started to fall asleep again.]

[...SIGH.]

Wright. We've arrived.

[Have a sharp jab to the shoulder, Phoenix.]

[Ow, Edgey, not so rough-]

Mmh? ...Oh.

[Phoenix sits up again, undoing his seat belt, with a not-entirely-oblivious grin.]

[He exits the car, shutting the door behind him, and waiting for Nick to get out before locking it.]

Now, we should be able to find you something decent here.

[He gestures towards the store... which is probably fancier than anywhere Phoenix has ever shopped in his life.]

[Hopping out, he stretches his arms above his head before following along. That was a nice five minute nap, in any case.]

Hm... Are you sure about this?

[Phoenix looks the place over, immediately realizing that something from here is probably more than one of his paychecks could afford him.]

Of course.

[Pfft. That's pocket change to Edgeworth.]

I don't mind doing something for a friend who needs it.

[He opens the door for the both of them, stepping inside. Very fancy.]

[sob you suck edgeworth.]

Well, I don't need it, but you seem to think I do, so...

[He looks over at Edgeworth. ~~Maybe because looking at the clothes is intimidating.~~]

Thanks.

Hmph. You've done quite enough for me in the past, as you'll remember. It's the least I can do.

[So it's not like he's doing it out of the goodness of his heart or something >.> cough. The clerk gives the two of them a funny look as they walk in... which Edgeworth staunchly ignores.]

That's years ago for me, remember?

[Phoenix, on the other hand, realizing how odd it must look for someone upscale like Edgeworth to be walking in with someone low-class like himself, waves right at the clerk. He can at least afford some manners.]

...But still, it's nothing.

Still.

[Just IGNORES that wave too. He's a professional. He doesn't let himself get annoyed by small things like that.]

Now, I suppose we should start by looking for the jacket and trousers...

I take it you're picking. I doubt you'd approve of my tastes in a place like this.

Of course. Your tastes are rather lacking, at least in the clothing department.

[Meaningful look at your outfit. Ahem.]

But I'll let you have some say, of course. We could purchase a blue suit, just like your old one, if you wish.

[Only smiling at that. It's not like he doesn't know, even if he acts like his fashion sense is totally normal.]

Trying to remind me of the old days?

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he's going to jump you one of these days for those bedroom eyes-

go for it-

maybe another day. <:

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