- Third File. [Video]

[cravatsabound]

[The video flickers on to somewhat kept apartment and pans the room. Edgeworth places the communicator on a window sill and steps in front of it, standing in the middle of the room. His hair is somewhat messy, and he's dressed in only his pants and buttoned up shirt, rolled up at the sleeves and spotted with gray patches of dust. A forced grin

Comments

[destroyingflame]

Fucking pansy.

[And Xanxus = more rageful than usual]

[cravatsabound]

Excuse me?

(It's cool, Edgeworth's sort of switched into bitch mode anyway. o/ apologies.)

[destroyingflame]

You know damn well you heard me, trash. You're. A. Fucking. Pansy.

[cravatsabound]

Is that your best insult, or would you like to continue making an ass of yourself? Either way, moronic remarks are beneath my notice, and I could crush them beneath my heel.

[tenkai_soul]

...

b-baww I'm sorry

[cravatsabound]

Are you another fool intent on wasting my time?

[tenkai_soul]

Not at all, Sir Edgeworth.

Just remember... you can make a difference.

[proudapprentice]

Whaa--? [holy, even Mr Edgeworth? What's going onnn?]

ruuuukuuu ;o;

[cravatsabound]

Don't sit there with your mouth hanging open like some sort of idiot. Speak up!

/breaks

[proudapprentice]

Mr. Edgeworth! I-I... [small, odd, British cry of a "wtf is thissss?!" nature.] Are... you ill?