2nd Accusation

[missingedge]

I've recently realized that I've lost my sense of smell since I came here. I've read that these things are temporary. However, it's only slightly debilitating. I've been surprised by how little I rely on it. It almost seems a accessory of the past.

The apartment is small, but tolerable. And no, Wright, I will not ride the rent.

Comments

[forthedefense]

You lost smell? Way to get off easy, Edgeworth. I lost taste. You're going to have to tell me if the milk spoils, or something, because I won't notice.

And why not?

[forthedefense]

Well...When we-- Ema and I-- were investigating your office, she was very fixated by your couch. If I remember correctly, she was quite enthralled by the possibility of you staying up all night while working on a case, and then developing couch hair from sleeping on the couch. Yes, she was quite fond of you, Edgeworth.

[missingedge]

You're telling me that a teenage girl was fantasizing over a posibility of me sleeping on a couch, and therefore having unkept hair? A Possibility. Of unkept hair.

[forthedefense]

Oh yes. I bet she'd thought it all out scientifically, too, and knew exactly how your hair would look, in accordance to the laws of physics. And the laws of a young girl's heart, of course.

I believe there was also something about your face getting creases in it because of the seams in the couch.

[missingedge]

You're bluffing.

[forthedefense]

Do you really think that? Or are you just too scared by the possibility that teenage girls find you-- dare I say it?-- attractive?

[missingedge]

This is more on the field of obsesssion, Wright.

[forthedefense]

Don't you find it terribly flattering?

[missingedge]

I'm more concerned about being accosted.

[forthedefense]

Poor Edgeworth. A sex symbol for young women.

[missingedge]

*ahkjfhaslfhjkasf* You're being incorrigble, Wright.

[forthedefense]

Do you find it so hard to believe that you must result to personal attacks? You have to try to understand poor Ema's situation. A teenage girl with science as her only friend, overpowered by hormones, falling for her older sister's fetching coworker... It's almost romantic.

[missingedge]

It sounds more like stalking than romance. Though you must have thought about this quite a lot to fabricate something so detailed.

[forthedefense]

...What exactly are you implying, Edgeworth?

[missingedge]

That you enjoy pondering on convulted romances.

[forthedefense]

You can't...You can't actually believe that I fantasize about you and Ema Skye!