Camping Is Not His Strong Suit

[objectionattorney]

Who: Phoenix Wright (objectionattorney) & Miles Edgeworth (milesedgelord)
What: In helping out the newest group of refugees Phoenix and Miles simply try to survive the trip.
When: 4/9
Where: Along the Roads near the South Outpost
Warning(s): All Sweet SOL Here!



Continued from here!

... EH. Is that what the problem is?

[Phoenix could not help but drop the flint immediately with the realization. Slumping back onto his rear before sighing out and rubbing at his sinuses with exasperation.]

I just picked it up from the last wooded area we passed. Since the sun would be setting soon and all that. Wouldn't that mean any wood we find at this point would be drenched? What do we do?

[Obviously he was lacking in camping experience.]

Think we should ask around at other camps and see what they have?

Comments

[milesedgelord]

It should be fine as long as I take short breaks in between. Besides, you have pushed yourself fairly hard cycling all the way here. I can certainly carry a few boxes without too much difficulty.

[Miles carefully moved the box to the front shop area and set it down. It felt good to exercise again after so long. Especially with how useless he had been feeling lately. He moved onto the second box. By the fifth, his shirt clung to his chest, drenched in a sheen of sweat. He sat down against one of them, catching his breath. With a grunt he pulled off his shirt, to keep from overheating and took a sip from his water flask.

He was blissfully unaware of his effect on others and sat in his shirtless, muscled glory. He had finally begun to fill out again after his ordeal, and thanks to the training he had been undertaking, he certainly looked better than he did.]

[objectionattorney]

I mean... I'm fine with biking usually...

[Although he has been doing it a lot more than usual these days. And this trip was a little more grueling than most as he was literally doing a cross-country bike-a-thon.

Why did he think that was a good idea again?

Despite his complaints though, Phoenix pulled his weight. Casually going over to the counter to request a crowbar from the girl and slowly beginning to take apart a few of the boxes Miles set over. At least, that was until Miles took an unexpected break and, in turn, removed his shirt.]

Oh wow...

[Phoenix was moderately startled to hear the other voice speak up from behind him. Turning only to see the young shop-girl staring on with a playful smirk a slight blush.

Not that he could blame her... Miles like this was a sight that even took him by surprise. But still... Did she have to stare at him that hungrily?]

U-um Miles! Do you want a glass of water of... um... something?

[Don't let it bother you Phoenix. Don't let it bother you.]

[milesedgelord]

[His silver bangs stuck to his face, and his water flask was empty soon enough. He had certainly worked up a sweat, hadn't he? He was probably going to have to find a stream or something to wash down in soon.]

Hmmm? Yes, please. Water would be very much appreciated. I haven't realized how dehydrated I was.

[He fanned himself with a hand in an effort to cool himself down.]

[objectionattorney]

A-ahum! H-here!

[Reaching out Phoenix gave his own water bottle over to Miles. His eyes closed and his cheeks slightly red as he looked down at his own feet. He couldn't quite understand why but he felt kind of embarrassed looking at Miles.]

You shouldn't overwork yourself for something like firewood. I mean, I know you're the type of person to put your all into something you set your mind to, but please at least remember to take breaks.

[Meanwhile the young girl who remained some distance behind Phoenix seemed a little peeved. Visually huffing out a little and rolling her eyes at the whole ordeal.]

I'm also supplying both of you with food and more water you know...