Messages: 1s ago
'Hey Hot-Stuff, I forgot to tell you to text me to let me know you've got there safe and sound. Make sure you do that for me, ok?
Edgeworth xx'

Phoenix smiled lovingly as he read the message, a pang of fluorescent love rushing through his veins as he continued to briskly walk onward towards the park that Clementine had mentioned for him to arrive at at 9:00pm for the 'fireworks display' - for a reason still unbeknownst to the clueless defence attorney. A hasty reply was slammed onto the keys of the spiky-haired man's minuscule brick-phone before it was swiftly pocketed once again, its owner keen to be aware of his surroundings to prevent any 'mishaps'.

Messages: Sent
'Hi! You worry too much, but I will do (,: Love you,
Phoenix :)'

It wasn't long before the shorter man felt a distinct buzzing against the upper thigh of his leg where he'd slid his phone into so gently, however the constant protests of the object were ignored in favour of speed in order to arrive at Shelby Park on time. It was a park the defence attorney had been to many-a-time-before, with its immaculately manicured lush green fields and king-sized wooden benches, but a place that Phoenix had never even considered returning to ever since his childhood.

He'd never had a reason to return, he supposed...

Until now.

So, as the defence attorney arrived, it was only natural that a powerful wave of nostalgia washed over him as his thickly-lashed eyes swept up and over the many randomers' differently-coloured heads and locked onto those gigantic, glossy-black-paint-covered, iron gates that used to groan so appallingly loudly if touched, those jaw-droppingly steep hills that the defence attorney's mother used to bring the spiky-haired boy to play among in the early hours of the morning before school, laughing along as she used to sit on that same, rotten, wooden bench that the council constantly refused to replace, watching as her son rolled around among the fresh, morning-dew; the very sight of the place made the spiky-haired man take a tentative step back into reality, genuinely having to make himself lock away certain thoughts, as he forced the numerous variety of flash-floods of memories to stay at bay and allow him to concentrate on the task at hand - recognising Clementine among all these unfamiliar faces mingling in the dark.

"S-Sorry,"
"Sorry!"
"E-Excuse me,"
"I-I'm so s-sorry!"

As the defence attorney sluggishly waded through the bunches of mingling, drunk, indecently dressed and foul mannered people all crowding together all around the slippery, stony, pavements and freshly-cut, empty-bottle-laden, grass, it began to dawn on him how vast the park's expanse was; Clementine may have arrived long ago - and could be waiting all the way at the other end of the park -, yet Phoenix would be none the wiser when the glorious space was swamped with such a large, clumsy, sea of people bustling about and jostling each other like utter idiots. The spiky-haired man stared down at his phone's temporary home in his dark-grey, skinny, jeans's pocket, hoping for some sort of indication from the scrawny police-officer as to where he would be. To Phoenix's dismay, there was no such notification. The only notification on his phone was Edgeworth's reply to his earlier response - a message which had been sitting there for the best of the thirty minutes it had taken the defence attorney to arrive at the park, spending most of the time staring up at the cloudless, starry, skies as the spiky-haired man ventured onward with microscopically tiny stones digging into the curved smalls of his miniature feet.  Phoenix huffed out a cool cloud of evening air, a tinge of despair forming in the pit of his stomach as his eyes hastily skimmed over the invitation Clementine had sent him earlier once more before deciding to reply to the prosecutor in order to pass the time;

Messages: Sent
'See? I told you I'd be fine :,) I've arrived here safe and sound and am waiting for Clementine - I'll keep you updated if anything happens!
Phoenix :)'

The communication device was instantly put away again in order for safe-keeping (although it wasn't like anyone was going to want to steal a Nokia Brick), and its owner began to frantically scan the brightly lit, colourful, scenery surrounding him once again in hope of finding that wretched man.
"You look looost..."

It wasn't long, though, until the inevitable happened. Phoenix supposed he should have expected the inevitable.

"Me? O-Oh, I-I'm not l-lost," The defence attorney shakily bleated, paling as the hollering, older, presumably-drunk (judging by the carnivorous looks and nauseatingly slurred tone of voice he was giving the spiky-haired man which any normal person, if sober, would not give) male wrapped an arm around his neck, his oddly yellow-toothed, gapped, mouth forming a wide, thin-lipped, grin bordering a confident smirk.
"You're aloone, aren't you.."
"W-Well," The spiky-haired man awkwardly scratched the back of his neck after shoving this odd man's muscular arm off of his hips - where it had discreetly crept down to without the defence attorney's knowledge until this moment when it had been found out and instantaneously removed - before looking around one last time for Clementine;
"Y-Yes..."
"Then you could come hoome with me... I could let you stayy and live with mee.."
"I-I'm not lost!" Phoenix repeated, this time more firmly as he felt the repulsive man's cigarette-warmed breath upon the curved crook of his neck and the horrid, prickling, sensation of his body being ogled by a pair of unwelcome, dull, hazel-brown eyes, taking a tentative step forwards, away, from the individual.
"But you loook lost; you look like you could use som-"
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Phoenix!"

"Wh-"