Hello friends it seems another Sweet Gumworth Tuesday™️ brought by Yours truly is upon us. Also we're entering cuddles zone because i had like three different ideas regarding cuddles
Miles Edgeworth has a very spacious house.
Two bedrooms, one walk-in closet, three bathrooms, a living room worthy of a movie theater, a domestic kitchen wider than many industrial ones, and a dining room that would make a king envious. It also has a balcony, a backyard, a big garage, and a winter garden. And all these rooms have several square meters of space between them and in each of them.
Even Miles Edgeworth's furniture is enormous: his sofa could fit the entire Prosecutors Office plus several police officers from the criminal affairs department; his dining table could accommodate entire football team delegations; his guest room has a double bed and his own bedroom has a king-size one. And those are just a few examples.
But, to be honest, Miles Edgeworth doesn't really like all this unused space. Over the years, he has realized he prefers a bit of tightness, a bit of forced and/or planned proximity.
Just like in Dick Gumshoe's apartment.
He likes being in the living room and being able to watch Dick prepare dinner in the kitchen, or being able to hold a conversation even when one is in the bedroom and the other is in the only bathroom of the apartment, or having to fight for space on the tiny windowsill that was advertised as a balcony.
But what he really likes is feeling their thighs brush against each other when they're sitting on the tiny couch binge-watching movies, likes how their plates don't fit perfectly on the kitchen table when they're having their meals (and always in the kitchen, because Dick doesn't have a dining room like Miles), and, above all, likes how their bodies need to be pressed tightly together when they sleep together in Dick's single bed.
And it's usually in those moments, with a smile on his face hidden against Dick's snoring chest, that Miles thinks about selling his house.