Original Prompt: Based off of this conversation on Court-Records

:edgeworth: : I should not have been assigned to this case. I'll be filing the paperwork for a conflict of interests shortly so that someone else can prosecute it instead.

:stand: : (query as to reasoning here)

:edgeworth: : Because... because I'm biased. In your favor.

:stand: : (protests)

:wacky-edgy: Y-you don't understand. I do not merely trust you, I'm biased in your favor!

Seems like Edgeworth-ese for "I love you" to me, anyway... - Pteryx

Basically, I want Edgeworth trying to admit his love to Phoenix, but he doesn't know how to say it outright. And Phoenix finds an Edgeworth-To-English dictionary and translate his feelings.

Make my day, anon. Make it.

The Tower of Babel

Phoenix sighed. This made, what, three times he'd been accused of murder? Just his luck he'd be the only one at a crime scene… well, at least he was allowed to defend himself.

"You have a visitor."

Led to the visitor's cell, Phoenix sat down in front of the glass screen, smiling at the person on the other side. "So I hear you'll be the one prosecuting my case?" His grin turned teasing. "Don't suppose you'll be going any easier on me?"

Edgeworth shook his head. "No, I won't be. Um, prosecuting that is," he clarified when the grin on Phoenix's face dropped away. Edgeworth let loose a sigh and absentmindedly ran a hand through his hair. "I should not have been assigned to this case. I'll be filing the paperwork for a conflict of interests shortly so that someone else can prosecute it instead."

Phoenix raised an eyebrow. "Really? Why? What's this conflict of interests?"

Edgeworth's face reddened, his eyes averting away. "It's because... because I'm biased. In your favor."

"So? I was biased in your favor when I defended you, though I guess it's not the same thing since you're a prosecutor… still, it's not that big a deal if you trust me."

Edgeworth was flustered even more now. "Y-you don't understand. I do not merely trust you, I'm biased in your favor!"

"What does that mean?"

Edgeworth shot a look at Phoenix through the glass, half-exasperated, half… something else, something he couldn't identify. Then the prosecutor sighed again, this time in what sounded suspiciously like defeat. "Nevermind," he mumbled, then stood up and left without so much as a good-bye.

If he didn't know any better, Phoenix would say that look had almost appeared longing…

Franziska shook her head. Those foolish fools with their tomfoolery… She turned away from the screen displaying the detention center's footage (Von Karmas do not eavesdrop. They spy on). Looks like they'd need her help if things were to progress any.

Phoenix couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at his next visitor, yet greeted her with his typical inane grin. "Miss Von Karma… wow, for once you're not carrying your whip."

"Of course not. I can't whip a fool such as yourself through bulletproof glass." She sat down across from him in one smooth, graceful motion and got straight to the point. "I suppose you're wondering why I'm here."

"To bring me flowers?"

Not dignifying that with an answer, she slammed a book down on the little shelf jutting out beneath the screen, smirking lightly when the resulting THUD! caused Phoenix to jump. "While you're here it wouldn't hurt you to do some light reading, Phoenix Wright."

Phoenix gaped at the size of the book before him. She called this light?

"I'll tell the guard to bring it to you. I expect you to have it finished before your trial." Her business concluded, she stood up and headed for the door.

As she exited the detention center, Franziska called over her shoulder, "By the way, Payne will be the one prosecuting your case." Just as soon as she handed it over to him, that is.

Once she left, Phoenix took a closer look at the book on the screen's other side. The cover read "Von Karma's Edgeworth-to-English Dictionary".

Holding the dictionary in his hands, Phoenix flipped it open to the 'B' section. He skimmed the pages until he came across what he was looking for:

biased v

There were many definitions beside it, but one in particular stood out to him.

love; I'm biased in your favor I'm inlove with you.

He stared at that page entry for a long time before snapping the book shut.

After Phoenix successfully got his not guilty verdict (He was up against Payne, what other verdict could he get?), he headed up immediately to the high prosecutor's office.

Said high prosecutor looked up from his paperwork to the man in front of him. A slight blush tinged his face.

"Hey, Edgeworth? I'm biased in your favor, too." His lips then met the other's in a soft kiss.

Phoenix decided that even with all the help it had provided, he'd never consult that dictionary again. He wanted to learn more about Edgeworth on his own, straight from the source.