Case #06. Wut.

[cantacquityou]

 

[One day, nearly a fortnight ago, Miles Edgeworth disappeared from Cair Paradisa to seek temporary, reclusive solace at a hotel in the City Royale. He alerted no one of this little vacation, and ceased all communication with everyone - be it through the journals, or otherwise...

...but he's back - however unintentionally - and not in any way he could have ever foreseen. His clothes - remnants of a white undershirt and reddish-pink pajama-bottoms - are in scorched tatters. 

In one hand, there's a 4.5 ft. baguette. In the other, a machine gun...A gumball machine gun.

...and with that, he is chasing a massive growlithe around the castle grounds. 

Perhaps you're one of the unfortunate souls to witness this. After all, there is a perfectly rational explanation.

...maybe.]

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[cantacquityou]

[...That last gesture spoke volumes, further solidifying his opinion on the matter, and one of the reasons he left in the first place.

But, surprisingly, it...kinda stung a little.

At this point, this train-wreck of a friendship all seemed unsalvageable and this sort of outcome inevitable and possibly... final. Edgeworth thought to himself, as he watched Phoenix walk away...

..."I suppose it's for the best, after all."]