( Everything happens so quickly that honestly, Edgeworth has no idea what he's looking at. The other man has pulled out some sort lightweight whip of his pocket? Where did he keep that thing? What is it made of?
Then again, he often asks himself the same questions of Franziska's riding crop.
He just sputters for a moment, not sure he wants to get involved. Then, he clears his throat. )
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Then again, he often asks himself the same questions of Franziska's riding crop.
He just sputters for a moment, not sure he wants to get involved. Then, he clears his throat. )
Do you think we can leave now?