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“I don’t like kissing, Wright.”
“What? Well how will you know if you’ve never tried it?”
Miles glared. “Are you assuming I have no experience?”
“Ye—“ He paused when he saw the look on Miles’ face, scrambling for words. “Uhh, I mean—”
“then you’d be correct.” Miles interrupted, tapping his finger against his arms. “Infact, I am glad I have no romantic expirence. Exchanging saliva with someone sounds disgusting, and it serves no purpose. It’s all very frivolous.”
“Stuck up…” Phoenix muttered under his breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Then as I was saying,” Miles said, gesturing with his hand, “It serves no purpose. I don’t know why everyone keeps prodding and poking me about it. It’s getting ridiculous.”
He stared at Phoenix expectantly.
Phoenix shrugged.
“You’re a pretty handsome guy, of course they’re curious.” He eyed Miles up and down, “Plus despite being extremely outdated, your dusty old cravat gives you a certain charm.”
“I should have expected nothing but backhanded compliments from you,” Miles sighed, “And here I was thinking maybe you’d know how to deal with it. What with all this new fame you’re garnering.”
Phoenix tried to think of an awnser, scratching his chin. Though it was surprising he got any pressing at all, considering the fact he was.. well, Miles Edgeworth.
“Maybe just.. get a girlfriend?” He finally managed.
“No!”
“Eh? Why not?”
“It doesn’t just.. work like that, Wright.”
Phoenix grumbled. “Of course you would say that, when you have half the country foaming over you, bending to your every will, and praising you.”
“Somehow you’re still putting on that act of ignorance!”
He pointed a finger at Miles’ face, who stared back, raising a brow—unimpressed.
“That’s right. You’re hiding something Miles!” He said, adding it for extra emphasis. Miles still didn’t look any more impressed.
Finally Phoenix put his hand down, instead leaning really close to his childhood-rival-friend, inspecting closely as if interrogating a suspect.
“Fine Miles, tell me this,” He said, “If you don’t reproduce, how else will you carry on the Edgeworth name?”
“I’ll reproduce asexually by mitosis,” Miles said. Then smirked, stared back, as if somehow that was the greatest joke made in existence. “Obvious, really—I’m suprised you didn’t think of that.”
Phoenix just rolled his eyes.
“You’ll see.” He said, as he pulled back. “One day you’re gonna kiss someone.”
“Hmph,” Miles said back. “Not in your wildest dreams, Wright..”