( He wastes no time in scurrying into the safety of the apartment, brushing past Edgeworth like he's not even there and moving steadily in the direction of the Christmas tree, making a beeline to it as though he wants to be 100% sure that it's really there. As he does so, his shoulders visibly droop with relief. )
You even have the cookies. Good.
( As as though the absurdity of the entire situation has struck him in an instant, he begins to laugh. It's his usual low chuckle, but with the edge of something a bit more hysterical. )
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You even have the cookies. Good.
( As as though the absurdity of the entire situation has struck him in an instant, he begins to laugh. It's his usual low chuckle, but with the edge of something a bit more hysterical. )