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[bewrightback]

"If you're looking for Phoenix Wright, you've called the Wright number! Leave a message after the beep, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can!"

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[bewrightback]

What?! [Phoenix balls up his first in shock, as many flashbacks ring through his head.] I'll.... I'll update the autopsy report...

[Phoenix then steps forward and tries to punch Edgeworth right in the face!]

...of your face!!

[prosecutory]

[Ah, now this is more like it. Perhaps back home Edgeworth would be terrible at dodging this and would receive a faceful of Phoenix's fist.

But this isn't home, and he's not quite the same Edgeworth he used to be when all his battles were fought in court or on the crime scene.

Bracing his feet against the floor, he raises a hand to block the incoming punch. The effort and the impact make him grunt, but his smirk remains. And not just because he got to poke a little fun at Phoenix.]

Better, but I think you'd do well to practice and train.

[bewrightback]

[Phoenix doesn't even notice the block at first and just shouts, emotionally charged.]

What's so difficult about autopsy reports?! How can things end up being so critically difficult anyway?! Wait until you're sure about one to release to begin wi- th?

[He pauses and blinks as he finally takes in Edgeworth's action and words.]

Huh? Practice and train.... punching you in the face?

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth lets go of Phoenix's fist.]

Defending yourself, to be more precise.

[He pauses.]

...Although I suppose that involves you trying to punch me in the face again.

[If that's what it took to provoke Phoenix, then Edgeworth could use this card again in the future. While he regrets being that shady back in the day...he probably doesn't regret riling up Phoenix.]

[bewrightback]

[He pauses as he withdraws his fist with a thoughtful frown.]

...Fine, Edgeworth. I guess that you're right. I really could stand to learn how to better take care of myself.

[prosecutory]

Good. [Edgeworth nods sagely.] We don't know what will happen next...or who or what will attack us next.

[His tone is ominous.]

I trust I'll see you in the gym tomorrow?

[bewrightback]

[I'm not sure if this will help me that much against CERES, really... I doubt I'll have to put Recreare in a chokehold or anything.]

I think I see what you mean. Um... Yeah, I'm sure I can stop at the gym after work!

[prosecutory]

[Hmm. He's usually there in the morning but he's certain he can rearrange his schedule a bit.]

You'll need to learn more than just "a thing or two". But I'm certain there are people more than willing to help you, besides Miss Cykes.

[bewrightback]

[Just rearrange Phoenix's schedule.]

Yeah... I guess there are a lot of strong people around here who might be willing to lend a hand.

[prosecutory]

[WHAT A GOOD IDEA.]

There are, yes.

...I'm not as strong as they are, but I'll lend you a hand nonetheless.

[bewrightback]

You do seem to have gotten pretty ridiculously strong...! If it's no trouble, I'd appreciate it, Edgeworth!

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth just stares at Phoenix, raising an eyebrow, before huffing indignantly.]

Hmph. Better to be ridiculously strong, as you put it, than sorry. You already know what kind of world I was sent to before this one.

In that world, death works as it always should. And I've come close to it far more times than I care to count.