Once again, for the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme.
Edgeworth/Gumshoe - warning, if you don't like it, don't read it. D:
Mr. Edgeworth is not a clumsy man. It was something that Dick Gumshoe had come to know as a fact of life. Since Gumshoe had always been rather clumsy, he'd always secretly admired that quality in Edgeworth; he looked up to it. He aspired to be less clumsy.
So for Gumshoe, walking into the magenta clad man's office and see him covered in bandages was very worrying. He turned around, nodded to himself and frowned,
"I've got to approach this situation with care and sensitivity!" Edgeworth twitched.
"What "situation" must you approach with care and sensitivity?" The prosecutor questioned with mild exasperation. Gumshoe blinked at the man's words,
"Huh wha? What was that, sir?"
"You were speaking aloud," Edgeworth sighed, in the same irritated tone.
"What happened to your-"
"…If you have no business here, I'm not in a very pleasant mood and your pay check might reflect it." Gumshoe winced; it wasn't fair to hit him in the wallet…!
"I'm worried about you, Mr. Edgeworth; what happened to your face? You almost look like a boxer, sir!" Edgeworth twitched once more, but couldn't deny the man's last, all to eager, statement. His lips were bloodied and riddled with bite marks, his temple was badly bruised… and not to mention the cut under his eyebrow. He had to admit, he must have looked downright frightening to his less intelligent companion. "Are you alright? Does it hurt? Did someone beat you up? I'll hunt them down and have them thrown in jail!"
"No, I was not assaulted, I-" He winced, touching his fingers gently to his bruised temple. Gumshoe let out a worried noise, and darted to Edgeworth's side.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Edgeworth blinked in mild surprise.
"N-No. I appreciate your concern, Gumshoe."
"Do you need anything? Ice? Aspirin? More tea? Anything!"
"No, I'm all right; I merely trip-"
"You fell, Mr Edgeworth?" Gumshoe frowned sympathetically, stepping closer. "On what? Do you have a concussion? Is your eye gonna be okay? What about your eyebrow? It looks like it could use some stitches, sir!"
"On rocks." Edgeworth sighed, feeling the worry radiate off of his companion, "But I assure you, I am fine."
"Sounds painful!" Edgeworth nodded, Gumshoe stepped closer.
"Indeed it was," the prosecutor took a sip of his Earl Grey and sighed. "It's nothing too serious, so no need to worry, all right?"
"I can't help it, sir," Gumshoe replied, a dopey smile upon his face. "You're very important to me." Edgeworth watched as Gumshoe leaned in closer, brushed back his warm gray bangs and placed a small, clumsy kiss on his forehead. There was a slight awkward silence.
"What was that…?" Edgeworth questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"When someone important to you is hurt, you should kiss it better." More awkward silence. Gumshoe kept scratched at the back of his head, "So I, uhhh, I kissed it better, sir." Edgeworth gave a small chuckle, "Would you mind if I did it again?" Edgeworth's only reply was a small smile and the words,
"By all means, go right ahead."
Hope you enjoyed it!