[fic][Ace Attorney: Investigations] Make Due
This is just a kneejerk reaction to PWAA:I, which is an excellent game that I am having entirely too much fun playing. But Miles is briefly a Grammar!Nazi, and sometimes the translators fail to proofread, and so this fic was born.
All you need to know is that in the second case of the new game, Miles Edgeworth says - twice! - something about 'making due'. Which pretty much - yeah. No. XD;;
Make Due
In which Miles Edgeworth is the Grammar Police
NO SPOILERS
"Excuse me, but I never said this." Mr. Edgeworth, his eyes narrowed and broad shoulders squared, waved the document in question as he stood over the court stenographer's desk.
Sofia Nomann rubbed her temples; it had been a long day. Recording any trial where Mr. Wright was defending was exhausting (really, a parrot being cross-examined!? She had to admit, typing 'Squawk!' had almost given her a fit of inappropriate giggles), but it was a hundred times worse when it was Mr. Edgeworth prosecuting opposite him. Edgeworth hated to lose; he exhaustively re-read the transcripts and prepared all night for the next day, which inevitably led to visits like this one.
Sofia held out her hand, wriggling her fingers expectantly. "All right," she grumbled, taking a large gulp of coffee. "Give it here. What did I mis-transcribe this time?"
Mr. Edgeworth flipped the paper and placed it in her waiting palm, then put his hand down on her desk to lean forward and point to where he had circled part of her transcript. "Right here."
Sofia lowered the document, pulling her glasses down from atop her head to perch on her nose. "'Do you expect to make due with that sort of evidence, Wright?'" she read aloud. She looked up at Mr. Edgeworth. "I'm sorry, I'm very tired. What's the problem here?"
Edgeworth glared at her, his lips pressed thin. "'Make do'? D-U-E? The only thing you can make do, D-U-E, is an assignment, Miss Nomann! It's 'do', D-O."
Sofia put her chin in her hand, letting the paper settle on her desk. "When you think about it, Mr. Edgeworth, neither D-U-E nor D-O really make sense, don't you think?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "But they're homonyms, so is it really worth getting worked up over?"
Mr. Edgeworth got that horrified look on his face that said she'd committed an atrocity, eyes wide. "It's an idiom, I'll admit," he said after a moment, recovering. "But nonetheless, I think you'll find that history agrees with me. 'D-O' is the correct spelling."
Sofia looked at Edgeworth for a long moment, unable to help being amused by how intensely serious he was about her grammar, just as he was serious about everything else. Did the man ever smile? But she dutifully pulled her pen out from behind her ear and scribbled out the 'U-E', writing a bold 'O' over the crossed-out letters. "There you go, problem solved. I'll make sure the published version gets the correction," she promised. Mr. Edgeworth's shoulders relaxed a fraction, and she smirked at him. "Grammar Nazi."
"I just don't want to be misrepresented," Edgeworth replied, tugging his jacket down to flatten against his chest. "Anyway, that's all." He reached for the page of the transcript.
Sofia kept her hand on the document for a fraction of a second too long. "Mr. Edgeworth, the next time you notice something like this," she started, but Edgeworth tugged the paper from her fingers easily.
"--I'll bring it to your attention immediately, of course," he promised, and turned to go.
Sofia dropped her head on her desk as soon as he'd left the cubicle. Not even Mr. Godot's coffee was enough for Edgeworth nights.
fin
All you need to know is that in the second case of the new game, Miles Edgeworth says - twice! - something about 'making due'. Which pretty much - yeah. No. XD;;
Make Due
In which Miles Edgeworth is the Grammar Police
NO SPOILERS
"Excuse me, but I never said this." Mr. Edgeworth, his eyes narrowed and broad shoulders squared, waved the document in question as he stood over the court stenographer's desk.
Sofia Nomann rubbed her temples; it had been a long day. Recording any trial where Mr. Wright was defending was exhausting (really, a parrot being cross-examined!? She had to admit, typing 'Squawk!' had almost given her a fit of inappropriate giggles), but it was a hundred times worse when it was Mr. Edgeworth prosecuting opposite him. Edgeworth hated to lose; he exhaustively re-read the transcripts and prepared all night for the next day, which inevitably led to visits like this one.
Sofia held out her hand, wriggling her fingers expectantly. "All right," she grumbled, taking a large gulp of coffee. "Give it here. What did I mis-transcribe this time?"
Mr. Edgeworth flipped the paper and placed it in her waiting palm, then put his hand down on her desk to lean forward and point to where he had circled part of her transcript. "Right here."
Sofia lowered the document, pulling her glasses down from atop her head to perch on her nose. "'Do you expect to make due with that sort of evidence, Wright?'" she read aloud. She looked up at Mr. Edgeworth. "I'm sorry, I'm very tired. What's the problem here?"
Edgeworth glared at her, his lips pressed thin. "'Make do'? D-U-E? The only thing you can make do, D-U-E, is an assignment, Miss Nomann! It's 'do', D-O."
Sofia put her chin in her hand, letting the paper settle on her desk. "When you think about it, Mr. Edgeworth, neither D-U-E nor D-O really make sense, don't you think?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "But they're homonyms, so is it really worth getting worked up over?"
Mr. Edgeworth got that horrified look on his face that said she'd committed an atrocity, eyes wide. "It's an idiom, I'll admit," he said after a moment, recovering. "But nonetheless, I think you'll find that history agrees with me. 'D-O' is the correct spelling."
Sofia looked at Edgeworth for a long moment, unable to help being amused by how intensely serious he was about her grammar, just as he was serious about everything else. Did the man ever smile? But she dutifully pulled her pen out from behind her ear and scribbled out the 'U-E', writing a bold 'O' over the crossed-out letters. "There you go, problem solved. I'll make sure the published version gets the correction," she promised. Mr. Edgeworth's shoulders relaxed a fraction, and she smirked at him. "Grammar Nazi."
"I just don't want to be misrepresented," Edgeworth replied, tugging his jacket down to flatten against his chest. "Anyway, that's all." He reached for the page of the transcript.
Sofia kept her hand on the document for a fraction of a second too long. "Mr. Edgeworth, the next time you notice something like this," she started, but Edgeworth tugged the paper from her fingers easily.
"--I'll bring it to your attention immediately, of course," he promised, and turned to go.
Sofia dropped her head on her desk as soon as he'd left the cubicle. Not even Mr. Godot's coffee was enough for Edgeworth nights.
fin