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Talk, Argue, Object, Agree (Phoenix gen)
Title: Talk, Argue, Object, Agree
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31_days_exchnge: 21. neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; Phoenix/Judge, can't fix stupid for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Series: Phoenix Wright
Character/Pairing: Phoenix and Judge gen
Rating: G
Length: 489 words
Excerpt: "This really is a nice place," the Judge repeated, and Phoenix sighed, but inwardly.
"This really is a nice place," the Judge repeated, and Phoenix sighed, but inwardly. He was used to holding back his emotions in the presence of the other, but he was having a difficult time of it today.
"I was hoping you'd think so," he said, striding along the boulevard with the begowned man at his side. He'd been a bit surprised when the Judge had appeared in court dress, but then again, he'd never seen him in anything else. It was nearly comforting. Well, his wife had probably forgotten to lay out different clothes for him, anyway. Phoenix could see that easily.
"So have you thought a little about why we've come here?" he said, looking out towards the still lake. The beach was pretty deserted this early in the morning, but he could see fishermen with their lines thrust determinedly into the water.
"Well, I wasn't sure, since you didn't seem to feel that way about men, mostly..." the Judge mused, and Phoenix stopped in his tracks, gaping.
"What do you think this is, a date?!" he demanded. It wasn't the first time he'd lost his cool in front of the authority, but it was certainly the most disturbing.
If he thought this was a date, then why had he worn the robes?
The Judge shrugged and scratched his beard. "What is the purpose of it, then?" he asked, and Phoenix only rubbed his hand across his face in frustration for a moment before jumping on the opportunity.
"I wanted you to reconsider this case. You see the peaceful lake, the..." He waved a hand toward the scenery, explaining and elaborating for quite some time as they walked, and the Judge nodded.
Finally the older man held up a hand. "Mr. Wright," he said gently, "you know your arguments are only for the court. I can't make any judgments on my day off. It is probably unconstitutional."
Probably...?
Phoenix bit back his disappointment as something in the Judge's face shifted. He looked sadly down at the ground and that's when Phoenix noticed something more strange. The Judge was dressed casually-- upon his feet were a pair of ratty leather sandals, covering black dress socks. He didn't wear those to court.
The image was both incongruous and amusing and Phoenix was trying not to laugh when the man spoke again.
"I thought maybe you wanted to talk. You know, man to man. Buddies."
Phoenix blinked.
"We could?" he offered, because he had a horrible habit of giving everyone a chance. The other man brightened.
"My wife likes to talk much more than she likes to listen," he confided. "Why, the other day..."
Phoenix let the Judge's words roll over him, and the sunshine, and he just grinned a little. Maybe he hadn't convinced the man to see his side-- not yet-- but there were, he supposed, worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Day/Theme:
31_days_exchnge: 21. neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; Phoenix/Judge, can't fix stupid for sky_pirate_tatSeries: Phoenix Wright
Character/Pairing: Phoenix and Judge gen
Rating: G
Length: 489 words
Excerpt: "This really is a nice place," the Judge repeated, and Phoenix sighed, but inwardly.
"This really is a nice place," the Judge repeated, and Phoenix sighed, but inwardly. He was used to holding back his emotions in the presence of the other, but he was having a difficult time of it today.
"I was hoping you'd think so," he said, striding along the boulevard with the begowned man at his side. He'd been a bit surprised when the Judge had appeared in court dress, but then again, he'd never seen him in anything else. It was nearly comforting. Well, his wife had probably forgotten to lay out different clothes for him, anyway. Phoenix could see that easily.
"So have you thought a little about why we've come here?" he said, looking out towards the still lake. The beach was pretty deserted this early in the morning, but he could see fishermen with their lines thrust determinedly into the water.
"Well, I wasn't sure, since you didn't seem to feel that way about men, mostly..." the Judge mused, and Phoenix stopped in his tracks, gaping.
"What do you think this is, a date?!" he demanded. It wasn't the first time he'd lost his cool in front of the authority, but it was certainly the most disturbing.
If he thought this was a date, then why had he worn the robes?
The Judge shrugged and scratched his beard. "What is the purpose of it, then?" he asked, and Phoenix only rubbed his hand across his face in frustration for a moment before jumping on the opportunity.
"I wanted you to reconsider this case. You see the peaceful lake, the..." He waved a hand toward the scenery, explaining and elaborating for quite some time as they walked, and the Judge nodded.
Finally the older man held up a hand. "Mr. Wright," he said gently, "you know your arguments are only for the court. I can't make any judgments on my day off. It is probably unconstitutional."
Probably...?
Phoenix bit back his disappointment as something in the Judge's face shifted. He looked sadly down at the ground and that's when Phoenix noticed something more strange. The Judge was dressed casually-- upon his feet were a pair of ratty leather sandals, covering black dress socks. He didn't wear those to court.
The image was both incongruous and amusing and Phoenix was trying not to laugh when the man spoke again.
"I thought maybe you wanted to talk. You know, man to man. Buddies."
Phoenix blinked.
"We could?" he offered, because he had a horrible habit of giving everyone a chance. The other man brightened.
"My wife likes to talk much more than she likes to listen," he confided. "Why, the other day..."
Phoenix let the Judge's words roll over him, and the sunshine, and he just grinned a little. Maybe he hadn't convinced the man to see his side-- not yet-- but there were, he supposed, worse ways to spend a Sunday afternoon.