[And once again, he falls rather unceremoniously. He should change his name, honestly, with how often this seems to happen. If he attempts to jinx it, maybe it will stop?
A ridiculous thought, but then, so is this tendency to bruise his knees. Or elbows. Or...everything.
Rei rises immediately with a stumble and a yelp. His gaze moves from the sword to the vines now winding its way around Edgeworth's limbs, and gives a startled whimper. This. Cannot. Be Real. But there's no time to consider, none to argue that he has no idea what he's doing, none to read up on how.
Thank fast, Rei.
He swallows around the thick lump in his throat, his clearly uncertainty taking its toll, and picks up the sword. It's heavier than he expects, moreso than any book would have adequately prepared him for, but not unwieldy. (Ha.) He thinks to warn that he's only ever seen this done in films he often falls asleep during, but bites it back.
No time, Rei.
He moves for the vines at Edgeworth's writers first. Logically that seems best, doesn't it?]
omg bless
A ridiculous thought, but then, so is this tendency to bruise his knees. Or elbows. Or...everything.
Rei rises immediately with a stumble and a yelp. His gaze moves from the sword to the vines now winding its way around Edgeworth's limbs, and gives a startled whimper. This. Cannot. Be Real. But there's no time to consider, none to argue that he has no idea what he's doing, none to read up on how.
Thank fast, Rei.
He swallows around the thick lump in his throat, his clearly uncertainty taking its toll, and picks up the sword. It's heavier than he expects, moreso than any book would have adequately prepared him for, but not unwieldy. (Ha.) He thinks to warn that he's only ever seen this done in films he often falls asleep during, but bites it back.
No time, Rei.
He moves for the vines at Edgeworth's writers first. Logically that seems best, doesn't it?]