I posted this before on TweeTor but I want to expand on it a bit here
With how well-known/popular lawyers are in the Ace Attorney universe, I would easily believe that there is a lucrative trading card game like baseball and football cards
There’s detective cards, prosecutors, defense attorneys, judges… the whole nine yards
Each one has little fun facts on them and stats and the more popular/successful ones have quite a few variants with different poses and photos
They have to discontinue cards whenever someone… you know… gets arrested for murder… so the Manfred von Karma cards SPIKE in rarity, they get very expensive on Ebay
Anyway I can just picture a young Apollo collecting these cards and keeping them in this three-ring binder, absolute mint condition, and Phoenix finding this binder one day and just seeing a tiny card of himself that he didn’t know existed
Meeting THE Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth for the first time and having a little fan moment, “oh my gosh you’re Miles Edgeworth, I have all your cards” (Miles also does not know about the cards)
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Phoenix is nudged into awareness by the feeling of someone stirring underneath him. He’s sprawled across the wine red sheets, with Miles Edgeworth pinned underneath his heavy, sleep-laden limbs, awake and struggling to extricate himself.
Phoenix frantically retreats to his side of the bed. This wasn’t exactly what he imagined for their first morning together - he’s not even sure that it really counts.
Miles recomposes himself after being nearly crushed, but to Phoenix’s surprise, he stays lying in the center of the bed - it is his bed, after all - half-curled toward Phoenix. He won’t meet Phoenix’s eyes, but he hasn’t turned away either. Phoenix is hopeful that Miles’s expression is awkward, not annoyed, but it’s hard to tell.
“Miles…?” Phoenix says cautiously.
“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Miles doesn’t sound too pleased about it.
“I didn’t give you much of a choice.”
“I-I wasn’t trying to get up… just get comfortable,” Miles mutters so quietly Phoenix isn’t sure he hears it right.
Phoenix can’t tell if the pink tinge on Miles’s cheeks is a reflection from the red sheets or a blush.
“Oh,” Phoenix says.
Before he has a chance to try to figure out where to go from here - what wouldn’t be too much - Miles abruptly brushes his hand across Phoenix’s cheek, only to pull it away just as quickly.
“Ngh. How did you do it so smoothly?” Miles demands.
Phoenix bites back a laugh. “I, uh…”
Instead of trying to come up with an answer, he gently reaches out to cup Miles’s cheek. His skin is warm and soft, and Phoenix is pretty sure that is a blush. Miles’s expression immediately softens as he leans into the touch, probably without even knowing he’s doing it, but there’s still a crease in his brow. Phoenix trails his fingers across Miles’s forehead to brush aside some stray hairs, in soft disarray from the night’s sleep.
“That’s how,” Phoenix concludes with what he admits is probably a smirk, his hand lingering at Miles’s cheek.
With a determined expression, Miles reaches out toward Phoenix’s face and brushes aside the stay hairs on Phoenix’s forehead, and then he runs his fingers fleetingly down Phoenix’s cheek.
On an impulse, Phoenix catches Miles’s hand before he can pull away entirely. Maybe Phoenix shouldn’t be surprised that Miles’s muscles, from his fingers to his palm, are all taut with tension that probably never goes away, though his obvious nerves probably don’t help. Still, Miles lets Phoenix intertwine their fingers, like a subtle embrace. He wonders if it’s Miles’s heart he can feel racing, or just his own.
It takes longer than Phoenix expects before Miles turns away again, flustered. “W-we should probably-”
Phoenix can’t help but be a little disappointed, but he disentangles their hands without complaint. “How about some breakfast?”
“It’s almost noon.”
“What do you mean, almost noon?” Phoenix can only wonder how long Miles has been awake. “Lunch then?”
“I can make us something.”
That’s not exactly what Phoenix had in mind, but he can’t exactly make Miles breakfast - or lunch - in bed, when he’s stuck hobbling around on crutches.
They’re still both a little reluctant to get out of bed, but eventually they can’t excuse delaying any longer, and Miles helps Phoenix up. Phoenix wonders if it’s just his imagination that Miles is a little handsier than usual and his touch lingers a little longer. By the time they’re both dressed and ready, it’s after noon.
Phoenix hobbles after Miles into the kitchen and sits down at the bar. “When my foot’s better, I promise I’ll do all the cooking and cleaning for a month.”
Miles pauses mid-step, and Phoenix belatedly realizes what he just suggested.
“You don’t have to,” Miles says, without looking at him. “I’ll have to help out anyway so you don’t mess up my kitchen.”
“Hold it!” Phoenix says on principle, but he’s not sure it’s actually a no.
“Objection overruled,” Miles says as he crosses the kitchen.
“You’re not the judge!”
“It’s my kitchen.” Miles smirks like he knows he’s won the case.
Phoenix has some impulse to kiss away Miles’s smirk, but he’s all the way on the other side of the room, and things are going so well, Phoenix is hesitant to push his luck.
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I love when Apollo and Klavier's dynamic reflects Phoenix and Miles', but in ways that reverse what we'd expect.
More specifically, the ways Apollo parallels Miles and Klavier parallels Phoenix.
(Ngl I couldn't stop thinking about the post @box-dwelling made on this topic, and I wanted to make a bulleted list.)
Apollo Justice & Miles Edgeworth
Became the apprentice of a perfectionistic, corrupt lawyer sometime after losing their defense attorney father figure.
The same corrupt mentor killed someone in their family out of revenge, and was later found guilty of it in court. (This is if you consider Zak Gramarye was technically Apollo's step-dad)
Has adoptive siblings who's evil parental figure murdered their father. One of their siblings is a prosecutor who followed their evil parental figure's teachings until adulthood.
Unknowingly used forged evidence given to them by someone they trusted to uphold the law.
Had a loved one who was murdered in December.
Klavier Gavin & Phoenix Wright
Had a loved one guilty of poisoning multiple people. They were manipulated into trusting this loved one and unwittingly helped them hide their crimes.
Originally split their career path between law and some type of art before settling on law full time. Also left law during the seven year gap to get a job playing music.
They got involved in law (again after seven years in Klavier's case) for the express purpose of meeting and confronting their courtroom counterpart in person.
Had an earnest female legal figure who helped shape their moral beliefs about law. That figure was later killed by a socially powerful man attempting to cover up his illegal business practices.
Gained the help and support of their courtroom counterpart during an emotionally taxing trial. Then later, that counterpart moved incredibly far away with no warning.
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Miles Edgeworth is rocketing in my appreciation levels as I am playing Investigations
this man will not stop ending up in Situations, so far he's been kidnapped, framed, knocked out, passed out, had a guy murdered in his fucking office, and he just matter-of-factly rolls with it like "hm. guess i'm here now. inconvenient i suppose." while sassing everyone around him and being breathtakingly neurodivergent
like I can't screenshot my physical 3ds but i'm going insane over various moments, like him noting a flight attendant's lounge, going "smells like women's perfume. well, there's nothing of interest to me in there" and then immediately hard Zoning Out until someone goes "...you good?"
and this bc i remembered i have a phone camera
"that's all." MILES
rotating this gay little man and all his mental illnesses
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