Nervous wasn't the right word, but to say Edgeworth simply felt uneasy seemed like an understatement. Arriving to the restaurant a half-hour early had been a mistake, and the prosecutor was already sick of being alone with his thoughts. The presence of Kristoph Gavin - although he was not necessarily unwelcome - was freshly unsettling in and of ( Read more... )

Pearl had been looking for something really special to do for Mr. Nick and Mr. Edgeworth lately to show them how she really felt about their relationship. She was still in the process of wrapping her little mind around the fact that Mystic Maya didn't like Mr. Nick as a special someone and that Mr. Nick had another special someone (Mr. Edgeworth). ( Read more... )

The next room on the tour was a bit larger than the two remaining rooms, and Edgeworth quickly surmised that this room would house the Feys when they chose to stay with them. Edgeworth didn't venture far into the room - instead, he stayed close to the door, eyeing the door to the balcony adjacent to them. "I don't dislike this room by any stretch ( Read more... )

It was clear by evening that Phoenix and Edgeworth's respective tastes in housing tended to clash.

The prosecutor had a habit of nitpicking heavily. Between his distaste for most of the kitchens in the homes Phoenix favored - Wright, faux antique is a bit too tacky - and finding that even the showers in a handful of the homes were distasteful - ( Read more... )

There was very little Edgeworth hated more than procrastination, much less when the offender was himself. Phoenix was at least aware that he would be taking him out for his birthday - the issue with the reservations and the Feys had seen to that - but after some consideration, Edgeworth realized that the dinner itself wouldn't do as a present. ( Read more... )

The arrangements had been made. It had taken a fair amount of 'coercing' - if one could call it that - but there was something to be said for last minute determination. As it stood, Shadi refused to allow himself even an ounce of uncertainty; if he had to stack the metaphorical deck in order to ensure that he would walk out of the courtroom a free ( Read more... )

Miles wasn't sure how he got to sleep every night. The books he read on traumatic incidents often told of recurring nightmares, but rarely did they mention the the nightmares would...differ so much from the actual event. The scream was much more easily written off, though it always woke him without fail. If his father was killed...he would have ( Read more... )

Franziska von Karma was staring obstinately at the shelves of crime novels at the bookshop, occasionally taking a book down and skimming its blurb before placing it back on the shelf. These books were all the same, honestly, consisting of bumbling fools of characters who should never be allowed anywhere near a courtroom. Not only did they fail to ( Read more... )

Kristoph's week had been a rather dead one, all things considered; the flow of cases and consultations at Gavin Law Offices had more or less ground to a halt by Thursday evening, and outside of work the apartment had begun to take on a feeling that was closer to stifling than relaxing. The general ambience - whether it was all of the silence or the ( Read more... )

It was almost two months to the day that Sister Iris had been acquitted of murder, and Maya Fey had been officially rescued ( Read more... )