Phoenix folds the obis with a smile, placing them on the coffee table. His folding is neat, far neater than the way he usually treats his own clothes. He almost misses the way Kay's expression falters when she looks at Edgeworth's picture. Almost, but not quite.
A picture appears on the table next to the couch, one of Edgeworth somewhere between as Kay knows him and as he's pictured with his glasses, lines beginning to show in the corners of his eyes as he squints at a recipe card with furrowed brows and the young girl in a blue top hat ties apron strings behind his back, her cheek smeared with batter. That happens sometimes, he's realized. The more he thinks of a person in a given moment, the more pictures of them appear in the house.
He lets out a bark of laughter, smiling wide at Kay. "I forgot you wouldn't have known that! He should have gotten them years ago. He only cracked when the embarrassment of squinting at all his evidence in court got worse than just wearing glasses. He was almost pressing his nose to the autopsy reports by the end."
Kay turns back around to face Phoenix properly, positively grinning from ear to ear like a horrible cheshire cat. This information opens up so many new avenues for pranks she can pull on the poor guy? Or at the very least it's something to gently heckle him about, when they finally meet again.
"I can't believe it... So this whole time that trademark icy glare of his, that was really just from him squinting because he needed glasses?"
While she's talking, her eyes flick towards the newly materialized photograph on the sofa table, brows raising inquisitively. She moves to get a closer look at that one next, casually picking it up.
"I'm pretty sure that he didn't even know he was glaring half the time," Phoenix laughs, waving his hand dismissively. "His face is just like that."
A combination of nearsightedness and resting prosecutor face led to poor Edgeworth seeming much more unpleasant than he actually is.
Phoenix tilts his head to look at the picture she just picked up, smiling affectionately. "Oh, that was him working on a birthday cake for a friend one year. He was going to just buy one, but Trucy insisted on making one together. He's even worse at saying no to her than I am." He says it casually, like Kay would just know who Trucy is. Like her presence is just something to take for granted in Phoenix's and Edgeworth's life.
Yeah about that. Looking up from the photo briefly to grin at Phoenix, she asks the obvious question here: "Is Trucy the girl in this picture? She's totally adorable!"
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A picture appears on the table next to the couch, one of Edgeworth somewhere between as Kay knows him and as he's pictured with his glasses, lines beginning to show in the corners of his eyes as he squints at a recipe card with furrowed brows and the young girl in a blue top hat ties apron strings behind his back, her cheek smeared with batter. That happens sometimes, he's realized. The more he thinks of a person in a given moment, the more pictures of them appear in the house.
He lets out a bark of laughter, smiling wide at Kay. "I forgot you wouldn't have known that! He should have gotten them years ago. He only cracked when the embarrassment of squinting at all his evidence in court got worse than just wearing glasses. He was almost pressing his nose to the autopsy reports by the end."
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"I can't believe it... So this whole time that trademark icy glare of his, that was really just from him squinting because he needed glasses?"
While she's talking, her eyes flick towards the newly materialized photograph on the sofa table, brows raising inquisitively. She moves to get a closer look at that one next, casually picking it up.
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A combination of nearsightedness and resting prosecutor face led to poor Edgeworth seeming much more unpleasant than he actually is.
Phoenix tilts his head to look at the picture she just picked up, smiling affectionately. "Oh, that was him working on a birthday cake for a friend one year. He was going to just buy one, but Trucy insisted on making one together. He's even worse at saying no to her than I am." He says it casually, like Kay would just know who Trucy is. Like her presence is just something to take for granted in Phoenix's and Edgeworth's life.
I'M ALIVE AGAIN I swear