circle7 | First post, whoo!

[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?

Perhaps it will inspire you to retake the bar exam.

[Stubbornly browsing a row of fancy jacket/pant combos. They certainly have some interesting colors... just about every color you can imagine. Edgeworth is going to aim a little more conservatively for Phoenix, though.]

...We'll see.

[Good, because Phoenix would be too nice to say he wouldn't wear something too over the top. But Edgeworth is a reasonable guy, and surely he knows that. For now, he just peruses the clothes.]

Are you sure it's the right weather for a jacket, though?

[And yes, he is currently wearing a jacket.]

I'm wearing a jacket.

[Wait a sec.]

...And you're wearing a jacket, too.

[SIGH.]

...Haha, I am, aren't I?

[Maybe Phoenix just forgot how used to it he was, considering the restaurant he works in is freezing.]

So what do you suggest from here?

[He nods his head towards the row of clothes.]

I don't think pink would suit me as well as you, though.

...It's not pink.

[Honestly Wright, can't you tell a pink from a maroon?]

How about this?

[He points out a nice, dark blue set. See? Nothing ridiculous here.]

[Nope, he can't!]

Hm...

[Phoenix crosses his arms, pretending to scrutinize the set, as though he actually knows the quality of what he's looking at.]

Are you sure this would match my hat?

...You won't be wearing your hat with it, obviously.

[And there's no ifs, ands, or buts about that one.]

[That's what YOU think, Edgey.]

But I always wear my hat.

[No, that's what YOU think, Wright.]

Well. Not anymore. Besides, you never wore a hat as a lawyer.

But I'm not a lawyer anymore.

[Have some more 'but's!]

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

go for it-

maybe another day. <:

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