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Dorm Log: Scorching Summer Edition

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It was now summer vacation, which meant that Phoenix had a lot of time to kill. And now that he had time to kill, he found himself a bit more lonely lately. Edgeworth had finally returned home, and while Phoenix was used to him coming and going from his life, it wasn't always easy. Especially when he didn't have the company of Maya. But he wasn't alone here. There were friends, and he had his very own Pokemon, something that still astonished him.

So he could be found a lot in his room, perhaps playing World of Warlords or watching The O RLY Factor on his television. (No, this particular show was not politically charged, thank you. Or if it was, at least Phoenix still remained mostly politically neutral.)

But he also spent time in the library researching more on this subject of Pokemon training. He made a commitment and he wanted to be a good trainer. (But seriously? They sent ten-year-old kids out there completely unarmed to go and catch wild animals? Why...?) And of course, he researched gardevoirs and Pokemon contests, since he figured that was going to be a much larger part of his life now.

And then he researched this whole drug problem. He felt he was getting closer to figuring it out, but... Ugh, why was this so hard?

Somebody knocked on his door with a light hand.

And then he waited about 5 seconds before giving his door another knock - this time, much harder and much louder, like he was afraid that he wasn't heard the first time.

Phoenix had been going through his Farcebook account on his laptop while that ridiculous Judge Trudy show played on his TV in the background. (It was kind of his guilty pleasure, but he had to sigh at it so often. Not a great court show.)

He heard the knock on his door and he got up to answer it, though. He wasn't dressed in his nice clothes at the time - simple blue sweatpants and a white t-shirt were what he wore, so he hoped that whoever was here didn't need anything business-related.

And then he opened the door and he wished he could have shut it right there. His face fell slightly at the sight of Ron DeLite standing there. Oh god, what did he want?

"Oh... Hello Mr. DeLite, can I help you?"

"Umm... Uh..."

Suddenly, Ron wasn't so sure himself, with the way Phoenix was looking at him. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, twiddling his thumbs and looking back and forth nervously. "H-Hi, M-Mr. Wright...!"

...That still didn't answer Phoenix's question, nor did it explain why he was here. He started to feel even more anxious, his head bubbling with different things to say all at once. "I'm, err, I j-just wanted to s-say hi...!"

It wasn't that Phoenix didn't like Ron. Really, Ron was a nice guy and all, but he wasn't the type of person Phoenix would want to keep around as a constant companion. But he forced himself to give a weak smile toward Ron when he greeted Phoenix, since Phoenix had caught himself making a less than agreeable facial expression. (Damn his overactive face...)

"Oh, well then hi Mr. DeLite. Do you want to come in?"

No, Phoenix didn't want to have to entertain him right now, but it was the polite thing to do. Besides, they hadn't actually spoken for a while, and Phoenix always held curiosity as to how his old clients were faring.

"Yes!" he cried, a bit too enthusiastically. He caught himself and made an attempt to correct his social blunder.

"Erm. I mean, just... Just for a l-little, maybe," he mumbled. "If it's okay, that is. I wouldn't want to intrude if you actually don't want company..."

He was afraid of that answer. And of course, the mildly passive-aggressive comment that came after that (or was it even passive-aggressive? He wasn't sure if Ron was even aware of it).

"Okay, come on in," he replied, doing his best to keep a good face on for Ron.

He opened the door to his apartment, revealing the living area - a couch and a couple of chairs, a TV, etc. "Have a seat if you want. Can I get you anything?"

Ron took a step into his apartment with a light smile. "No, I'm okay," he insisted, not wanting to be too much of a bother. "I just wanted to know how you've been doing...? M-Maybe...?"

Oh. Well, Phoenix supposed it was natural for his former client to want to know how the guy who saved him was doing. Of course, Phoenix liked to check in on his former clients now and then too, since he always felt an attachment to them during their turmoil.

"Oh... I mean, I guess I'm fine." He shrugged. Of course, there was a lot on his mind, but nothing he particularly wanted to talk about with Ron DeLite. In fact, nothing he really felt like talking with anyone. Nothing horrible - just, a lot on his mind.

"But how have you been?"

Cyrus had a biiiiig stack of pokemon references on his table, as well as many other creatures. His attention seemed to be on a recent article regarding the reclassification of many previously known species as a new "Fairy" type.

Phoenix had actually seen a couple of books on those and set them aside for now since he figured it was something to study later. After all, it didn't concern him, right?

WRONG.

One of the books had been open to a big picture of a gardevoir, underneath of which stated "Reclassified" in large letters.

"Ah!" His interest was immediately piqued. "Do you mind if I take a look at that for a second?"

"Keep the place. I am cross-referencing." The instruction was firm, overly stern. "Though I do not mind, so long as that is kept."

"Oh," Phoenix replied, "Do you have an interest in gardevoirs then?"

It was an innocent question, really, since Phoenix didn't put two and two together at the time with this man who was seated near him.

"At this present time, I am keeping abreast of recent scientific judgements reclassifying many previously known species. Gardevoir is one of them."

It was more or less true. Gardevoirs as a species didn't especially interest him. As an individual though...

"Oh? Hm... Yeah, I read something about that in one of these books..." He leafed through his notes quickly, picking out something where he jotted down notes about the new Fairy type. It was a newly-discovered type, and a bunch of Pokemon already fit the description. This study was kind of like studying taxonomy, wasn't it? Well, kind of.

"The fairy type, right? I'm so new to the Pokemon world, so it's all very new to me." He gave a genuine sheepish smile.

Hauling several books back to the check-in counter, Chiyo peeked over her shoulder to see if there was anyone she knew and stared in surprise at the sight of Phoenix.

Oh gosh, it's Teacher Phoenix! And his birthday was just recently, wasn't it? She looked left and right, frantically thinking of what to do. She really wanted to get him a gift, but she didn't want him to suddenly get up an leave if she chose to go out and get something! But, she didn't want him to suspect anything either. Uh... so what to do?

Act as if he was some rabbit who might dash off at a moment's notice when leaving the library seemed to be the right thing to do. And once she was out of it, she made her own mad dash to find some flowers to pick. When she finally came back, she was about to quickly walk over to him (and not run because running was a no-no in libraries) but stopped midway, realizing she had no note to tell him why she was giving him flowers. She turned around and headed back for the counter, asking for a sheet of paper and hurriedly tried to write the neatest note she could before going back. Now that she had a note and flowers, she quietly (if he hadn't spotted her erratic behavior already) approached him and gently laid them down on the table wherever there may be space. The flowers were simple red roses, cleanly picked and thorns removed. If he was observant enough, he would notice that her fingers were lightly nicked, but not so much that they'd be bleeding. Not terribly or a lot, at least.

Hello Teacher Phoenix! These are the flowers of June, roses, and a belated birthday gift! I'm sorry I couldn't manage to get you something nicer. I hadn't expected to run into you here, you see, but I hope you'll like them. Are you having a nice day?

Phoenix had been diligently reading these books in the library while taking notes on anything he might want to remember for later. You'd think he was studying for an exam or something, but nope. He really didn't have anything better to do, okay.

Suddenly he heard a rustle next to him and he looked down, seeing a bunch of beautiful red roses laid out for him. They were fresh and smelled wonderful, and all the thorns were removed! Was this a romantic thing or just... a nice thing...? Or perhaps it wasn't meant for him? Nonetheless, he looked at the note, then looked up to find Chiyo standing there.

"Oh, Chiyo! You really didn't have to get me anything, really!" He smiled at her, but he actually turned slightly pink in embarrassment. "And you went through all that work removing the thorns..." He looked at her nicked fingers and suddenly felt really bad. Did his post on the network come off as demanding for gifts? He didn't think so, but still...

"But thank you... I really love these."

Chiyo smiled, feeling pleased with herself for her success in getting something Phoenix liked. She wanted to say, "You're welcome" but remembered that she didn't have her notepad because she forgot it, thinking that she'd only drop her books off and return to her room.

Quickly, she looked around for something to write on but with no success, could not find anything (and she was not about to write on the back of the note she just gave him). She didn't feel like bothering the counter for another sheet, so... she tried to mouth the words as best she could. Then, having noticed the books laid out before him, she glanced at them curiously and pointed at them, cocking her head to the side with a clear expression of interest as to what he was researching.

Phoenix watched as she seemed to scramble around for something to write on. Right, she didn't have a voice for some reason. He, too, joined in the search, trying to find his notepad, but it was buried under a stack of books and he didn't reach it before he saw her mouth those words.

Oh right. You're welcome. That's easy enough.

He noticed her pointing to his book. "Oh! Yeah, I'm studying Pokemon. I guess I'm learning how to be a Pokemon trainer or something, ha ha." He gave a quick nervous laugh.

Ohhhh, a Pokemon trainer. That surely piqued her interest. Though it honestly made her feel a teeny bit uneasy being next to a potential trainer (as she doesn't want to imagine being in a position of being caught and having a new trainer), she felt that the person in front of her wouldn't be the sort to forcibly catch a Pokemon against its will. He seemed too nice for that.

She wanted to hear more about his studies and, if she could, wondered if she might be able to help him out in any way considering that she was a Pokemon herself. So in an attempt to relay her interest, she pointed to an empty chair next to him in hopes of being allowed to sit down and keep him company.

May I sit with you? was what her eyes seemed to ask as she tilted her head in anticipation.

Phoenix, of course, had absolutely no intention of going out and catching wild Pokemon. His arrangement with Voile had been because she had asked. Taking on new Pokemon was definitely the last thing on his mind, even if these books had said that trainers usually had several Pokemon at once. He didn't sense that worry on her, though, so it didn't cross his mind.

What did catch his attention, though, was her curiosity, and how she seemed to want to join his studies. "Oh! Yeah, sure, hang on!" He leaned back and moved his pack off the chair next to his, instead putting it down by his feet as he pulled out a chair.

Afterward, he angled his book a little better so that a person sitting next to him could read along and study. It was unfortunate that Chiyo couldn't speak, because then she might have been able to offer some advice. Already Phoenix knew that she was probably a Pokemon herself due to the way she looked.

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Dorm Log: Scorching Summer Edition

Phoenix Wright | TD-28 and places

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I love these bastardized names for TV shows and companies, they're perfect

my favorite thing to do is come up with these names

everything in Smash should be these things

I agree 100%

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Re: Phoenix Wright | TD-28 and places

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There's a drug addict right here.

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