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.]

Comments

XD

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'It's a bundle of clothes. They're not hard or dangerous unless you're made of dandelions.'

<3~ XD

[cantacquityou]

[Oh. Seriously? S/he/it is helping me? He picks up the package and inspects it. Wow. It's uh...pretty gay pink. He unfolds it, glancing it up and down.]


My sincerest gratitude. However, if I am to wear this, I am inclined to believe that the drink is to come first...

|D <3

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

'You'll hav to come inside, then.'