[All's well that ends well, all right - as Edgeworth's clothes return to normal suddenly, and he teeters on the spot, his knees a little weaker than they were before.
Edgeworth just stares down at his regular outfit, just thankful that whatever it was didn't glitch his sword away.]
Speak of the devil. I wonder what possessed my future self to wear a coat regularly.
no subject
Edgeworth just stares down at his regular outfit, just thankful that whatever it was didn't glitch his sword away.]
Speak of the devil. I wonder what possessed my future self to wear a coat regularly.