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[miniworth]

Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

[ It's been awhile since this message reached Miles Edgeworth's ear. But while he was now very much aware that this was a frequent occurrence, he never expected to hear it from this gear.

... A sick feeling settling in his stomach - but you can't be gone you just went to go get that Pearl girl before you both went quiet you can't be gone - he tries again. ]

Beeeeeeeeeeeep.
The number you have dialed is no longer in service.

[ And the feeling is heavy as he closes his gear for just a moment. Lifting himself up from the chair he was sitting on, Miles begins to walk... outside of the hotel room, down the hall and out of the hotel, through the city.

He comes to a stop at the railing overlooking the ocean before, opening his gear again, he sends out a message to the network. ]

Phoenix Wright has gone home.

Comments

[miniworth]

[ He grins a little as he sits down. ]

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[Ken goes to s--and Nemesis sits where he was going to sit so he has to move around her.] I only started going out to eat two years ago. I've never been somewhere like this before Johto.

[miniworth]

[ Miles had left everyone but Jason at the hotel; the Cubone was nestled in his hood until now, and he climbs down onto the bench. He's so short, Miles gets up for a moment to go grab him a booster. ]

... Did you eat dinner with your mother?

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[Nemesis comes everywhere with Ken, whether he likes it or not.]

She cooked... she was really good at it, too.

[miniworth]

That sounds nice. [ He really thinks so. ] My father wasn't a very good cook... at least, he said he wasn't.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

It was really nice. A lot better than living in the dorm... No one there can cook, and I'm expected to feed myself, anyway.

[miniworth]

[ A blink. ] That's not so different from the way it was for me, back in America..

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

You can probably cook better than I can.

[miniworth]

I don't think so. The most I made to feed myself were sandwiches. Otherwise, I'd take a vegetable or fruit from the refrigerator and eat that.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

You can cook better than Fuuka-san at least.

[miniworth]

...

How does she cook?

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

You don't want to know.

[miniworth]

[ ...He is so curious now. ]

If she offers, I'll cook something for you instead.

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Shinjiro-san... or at least the one I know, is a really good cook, though. I don't think he wanted anyone to know, though. I was looking for Koromaru when I found him cooking.

[miniworth]

Have you ever had his cooking?

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] ... I only ever saw him cooking when I was angry with him.

[miniworth]

... Sorry. [ It's not awkwardness or unease, but he's a bit more noticeably tense, averting his eyes. ]

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

[He smiles a little.] It's okay. Koromaru loved to eat Shinjiro-san's cooking.

[miniworth]

[ A-a smile back. ]

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

He's a really picky dog.

[miniworth]

I see..

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Much more picky than any other dogs I've seen.

[miniworth]

What does he like to eat, usually?

[usedrage.livejournal.com]

Mitsuru-san makes sure he gets a specially-tailored diet, actually.

[miniworth]

[ He vaguely wonders why he isn't surprised. ]