#edqewcrth

It had been some time since the chief prosecutor had found out about the rather sudden disbarment that Edgeworth had been sentenced to after presenting forged evidence. As much as Phoenix wanted and felt the desire to help, he knew he couldn’t simply dive in and challenge the Bar Association, not without solid proof. However, it seemed more challenging now that the man Phoenix grew to respect and accept as his courtroom rival and close friend has become distant and cold. Without that somewhat jagged line of aid, it was up to Phoenix alone to discover the truth and fix what is currently wrong within the law world - a without his rival and lover serving as a defense attorney.

For now though, he was in a meeting with a fellow prosecutor over recent events, working out what was best for them when he heard his office door slam wide open. Heterochromatic eyes widened in shock as he peered over the male sitting before Phoenix to see a familiar... yet ragged face.

*munch crunch munch munch crunch. clink clink. crunch munch munch.*

Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them. (not accepting) 

@edqewcrth

The answer to his teasing question about whether or not he had been missed had been a simple “As if”, but he could see that hint of a smile that graced the prosecutor’s lips. It was so much easier to figure out how Edgeworth felt now.

“Yeah, yeah. One of these days you might actually admit to missing me. But that probably won’t be until the world implodes, Hell freezes over, and I get my first grey hair.” He narrows his eyes at the other and points.