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circle72009-08-18 09:06 pm
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First post, whoo!
[There's what seems to be a hobo asleep on a bench, not-so-quietly snoring. Leave him be? Bother him? Push him off? ...Give him 20 bucks?]

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Looks like there's no changing your mind on this. Alright, lead the way.
[And he would salute, too, but he's sure Edgeworth wouldn't appreciate it.
...He does it anyway.]
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Here. And come and show me when you've got them on.
[He hands the clothes to Phoenix, pointing him in the direction of one of the changing stalls.]
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[Taking them with a small nod, he walks on over. Sheesh, even the changing rooms are fancy. Ornate, framed mirrors and a plush bench, even adorned with velvet pillows. Really, it's like he's supposed to have a tea party in here. Or maybe a nap...
After a few more minutes of gaping at the decor and resisting the urge to sleep, Phoenix starts getting dressed. (Only they forgot shoes, so he's barefoot.) He considers leaving his hat on... But figures if he takes it off for once, he might save Edgeworth the stress, and he'll live a few years longer. (And now he owes Phoenix.)
So, he steps out, neatly dressed for once. Even if the top button is undone and the tie hanging low, it's certainly better than what he was wearing.]
Well?
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[Hm. This outfit is a major, major improvement. And he's definitely glad to see the beanie go, too. The only thing wrong now is the shoes. They'd have to get those later, he supposed.]
Much better.
[He looks pleased at he buttons the top button and straightens the tie. Edgeworth has helped TRANSFORM HIM.]
it's like Queer Eye for the Straight Guy!
[Phoenix has the courtesy to even lift his chin up as he does, even if whoa, personal space, and man, he forgot how suffocating collared shirts felt. Oh well, he got used to it once upon a time, and could again, he supposes.]
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[You just need a shave and some shoes. And he's not purposefully invading your space, man. He just doesn't want you looking sloppy.]
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[It was such an improvement that he thought Edgey wouldn't notice. ): But his job's all about detail; guess he should've seen it coming. Oh well.
Phoenix catches his reflection in a nearby mirror, glancing himself over. It's rather reminiscent of his old outfit; just a tad more formal. He strikes an Edgeworthy pose in the mirror--crossing his arms, tilting his head just slightly with an unamused expression, and tapping his index finger against his arm.]
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[...Hey, he sees what you're doing there. A small, wry smirk appears on his face. Make fun of him if you want, but Edgeworth actually thinks that's a good look for you.]
...I like it. What do you think? [Not that you really have a choice.]
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[Impressions of forging evidence, being a crooked lawyer, the whole deal. ...But soon enough his smile becomes less bitter (not that he really held ill-will towards anyone, now that justice was served
pun not intended), starting to take off the jacket.]I like it also.
[Yep, he knows he has no choice, else he'll face the wrath of Edgey.]
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[Yeah, whatever. He's glad you like the outfit though.]
Good. Then that's that. If everything fits correctly, which it seems to, we can purchase it and be on our way. Now, was that so difficult?
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[And Phoenix is just being difficult by being a kidder.]
I'll be out in a second then.
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[Like always. Sigh. Edgeworth is amazed they've even made it to this point. Now, the only thing left is getting Wright to wear this on a day-to-day basis...]
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Soon enough, he's back to hobo mode, clothes thrown over his arm. Ahh, back to comfort. No offense, Edgeworth.]
So, just these?
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go on a datemeet up each month, too.]I think that should do it, don't you?
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Phoenix smiles, adjusting the clothes. Even if he doesn't wear the outfit often, he still knows when someone's doing something out of their way for him.]
Yeah. Thanks again.