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Case #06. Wut.
[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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Poyo?
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Poyooooooooo~ [ he clearly enjoyed it ]
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...Perhaps you should...chew that, first.
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'Oyo!
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...Gives him another.]
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Poyo~
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Poyoyo!
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Y-You're...welcome...
dalskjdklsdj /dies of cute
...... po...yo...
But wait. There's moar.
...He stands there. Bewildered. For all of several minutes.
...In time, when he is certain that the little pink blob monster was asleep, he begins to slowly - very slowly - inch himself forward with his free foot, dragging the leg with the snoozing Kirby affixed to it.
He eventually reaches the large bed a few feet away. This process takes all of 10 minutes.
He then awkwardly raises his occupied leg - again, slowly -and places it upon the bed (and gets a minor cramp doing so). He attempts to pry Kirby from his leg as gently as humanly possible. He looks extremely concentrated as he begins by using his index finger to pry off one little stubby 'hand' after the other, and (OhMyGodItFeelsSoSoftAndWeird) place him upon the pillow.
He steps back and blinks, not knowing what to make of what had just happened. He contemplates asking over the journals if someone was missing an overly-friendly, pink pet basketball.
On the other hand, he also doesn't want to because he kinda wants to keep it for himself.He rummages through his nightstand to pull out his cellular phone (which obviously has no service considering there's no AT&T in Paradisa), and snaps a picture of the little sleeper. For...future reference. Indeed.The occurrences of that day would certainly be a tale of tales.]
You'd think the Kirby mun would be prepared for so much cute;;
He had made another friend today. And that alone made him pretty happy, even in his dreams. ]