[ it was disconcerting enough waking up to a quintessentially american breakfast cooked up by a robot. the samurai paraphernalia was something else entirely. given the messages that have flitted periodically through the network, it likely belongs to someone else — anyone who knows makoto tachibana wouldn't send him the kind of items that appear to belong to a closeted otaku (huh). at the very least, makoto fastidiously collects the jumbled belongings and fits them it into a bag with every intention of finding the owner, or at least dropping them off to the police station at the nearest convenience.
it comes to him as a bit of a delayed realization, once the shock's worn off in lieu of complete disconcertion, that his CYbuddy is gone. and while haku was far from the most stationary cat, often wandering throughout tellus for periods of time, it's been a while since he's been home in any capacity.
it's the catalyst of his search, in fact, striding around the residential district and calling out for his poor feline in meek intervals. he's all but resigned himself to tearing through the shopping district next when he's stopped in his tracks by a peculiar sight: his cat snagging its claws into one of edgeworth's trouser legs.
incredible. ]
Wh — it's Haku!
[ frazzled as he is, he manages to snatch his yowling cat from terrorizing his friend with minimal damage. unfortunately, in the process the gym bag he's carrying gains a huge gash, revealing all that aforementioned samurai paraphernalia to the world as it unceremoniously dumps on the ground. ]
... Ah.
[ makoto can only stare dumbstruck, trapped between a rock and a hard place. talk about bad timing. ]
MILES EDGEWORTH
it comes to him as a bit of a delayed realization, once the shock's worn off in lieu of complete disconcertion, that his CYbuddy is gone. and while haku was far from the most stationary cat, often wandering throughout tellus for periods of time, it's been a while since he's been home in any capacity.
it's the catalyst of his search, in fact, striding around the residential district and calling out for his poor feline in meek intervals. he's all but resigned himself to tearing through the shopping district next when he's stopped in his tracks by a peculiar sight: his cat snagging its claws into one of edgeworth's trouser legs.
incredible. ]
Wh — it's Haku!
[ frazzled as he is, he manages to snatch his yowling cat from terrorizing his friend with minimal damage. unfortunately, in the process the gym bag he's carrying gains a huge gash, revealing all that aforementioned samurai paraphernalia to the world as it unceremoniously dumps on the ground. ]
... Ah.
[ makoto can only stare dumbstruck, trapped between a rock and a hard place. talk about bad timing. ]