"So, erm, what did you say this convention was about, again?" The prosecutor glanced pointedly at his (rather suave-looking) rival - whom was perched upon his flashy, bright crimson, car's accompanying front-seat, seeming more interested by what could possibly be lurking within the vehicle's locker than the impeccable craftsmanship of the sleek motorway, judging by those blue eyes' constant wary glancing at the panel - as he smoothly led the car off at the next junction - hoping that it would not be riddled with cars. At his question, Phoenix simply cocked his head at him in amusement before loudly snorting.
"What's so funny?" Edgeworth instantly demanded, forcing a scowl upon his face (in order to cover up how beautiful he thought his best friend - yes, best friend, let's not get ahead of ourselves - looked at that moment, but the oblivious younger man didn't need to know that).
"Nothing, nothing."
"Hm." Edgeworth let out a pretend sigh before allowing himself to focus on the vast expanse of tarmac and concrete they were currently hurtling across at 50 miles per hour.

The prosecutor was not a particularly exciting, flamboyant or fast driver, no, but he was brilliant at getting to places safely - especially when carrying 'precious cargo'.

"It's just.." Phoenix chuckled a bit once again;
"The almighty prosecutor Edgeworth missed a beat,"
"I beg your pardon?" The furrows in those silvery-brows could not have been deeper at this point. A lesser man would have crumbled by now if subjected to them but, luckily, the defence attorney was equally as ignorant as he was claiming the prosecutor had been.
"You weren't paying attention at all earlier, were you?"
"Of course I was! I know where we're going, don't I?" Edgeworth almost took another glance at his irritatingly irritating crush in his new, annoyingly gorgeously-crafted, crisp blue suit - presumably kept for special events outside the courtroom only, judging by the fact that Edgeworth couldn't quite recall a time in which he'd observed Phoenix wearing such a neat item even though he'd been stalking him for quite a few years - with those infuriatingly rosy lips and easily-flushed cheeks, all combined into one fantastical ensemble of admiration: one Phoenix Wright - but then the prosecutor reminded himself that it was all about wheels and what was underneath them, and everything became gravel to tempo once again, submerged beneath a dozen fantasies fleeting across his mind. By the time his common sense had finally returned, the prosecutor found his ears being soothed by a familiar baritone voice once again - until he recalled what they were discussing. Edgeworth only caught the end of the sentence.
"-Important bits,"
"Sorry?"
"Hm?"
"I didn't quite... Catch that." The prosecutor grimaced, completely aware of the fact that he was now fighting an uphill battle - no different from all those times in the courtroom. However, to the prosecutor's utmost surprise, Phoenix politely turned down the opportunity to hand down the telltale verdict with a small shrug - a move which Edgeworth found endearing.

Although that shouldn't have been a surprise, should it? The defence attorney himself, as a presence, was automatically endearing. That's because he was-

Oh for goodness' sake.

"Anyways, the convention's about law. It's right up our street," The spiky-haired man hesitantly added when faced with the ugly face of awkward silence.
"Oh, good. Knowing you, I thought it would be something more... Exotic." Phoenix spluttered with laughter at his companion's plain sarcasm - and trademark smirk.
"Suits? Something exotic?" Edgeworth couldn't help but stifle a laugh, himself, at the fact that his crush had completely missed the point of his sentence in order to laugh at something so trivial;
"Those two words don't even belong in the same sentence, Edgeworth!"

Oh god. Phoenix was practically splitting with laughter now.

He looked so cute like that, all red in the face with a youthful smile that any beauty advertisement would kill for-

Damn it, Edgeworth, keep driving your ridiculous contraption on wheels, or they'll revoke your license.

It was like living hell and heaven at the same time being so close in proximity to Phoenix for the prosecutor. Of course it would be.

Knowing that your only source of light in the world probably changed its bulb whilst you were abroad, pretending that you could live in darkness for the rest of your life, is bound to hurt.

Ok, now that was a ridiculous metaphor, Edgeworth mused.

But the curves of a bulb weren't dissimilar to Phoenix's-

"Phoenix, you're murdering me. Please stop." Came out the prosecutor's stern reply as he forced that line of thought to query elsewhere.