( Without any further ado, Edgeworth readies himself for round three and whatever it might bring.
He's expecting it to up the ante, and he's not left disappointed, even if the options he has to choose from leave him rather flushed under the cravat. It would be foolhardy to believe that the other man is not paying close attention to him, so Edgeworth instead hopes that he doesn't think too poorly of him for his reaction.
The words are: paddles, handcuffs and sensory deprivation, and Edgeworth hastily chooses the first because frankly, the mere thought of being restricted in some sense is more unnerving than he'd care to admit to. )
They're only going to get worse from here, I fear.
[his brow actually kind of scrunches because he actually doesn't like any of those. like, he's not even being prudish they're all just not great in his mind.]
Given everything, I kind of expected this, but it's still pretty tacky.
[...ugh, he's going to settle on sensory deprivation.]
( The next words appear on the screen: men, women, both.
He hates this sort of question, having not thought about the subject in too much depth in the past (or, so he'd like to think, but he's not going to over-analyse this decision, so he simply selects 'both'. )
( He says it a bit stiffly because while he agrees, what they have endured has certainly been bad enough.
The animated love heart on the screen seems to have finally completed its calculations, playing a disappointed tone before breaking into two pieces and revealing their score: 45%.
The door suddenly slides open, but before they can make their escape a rogue tentacle sneaks in, intent on slapping them! )
Well, I suppose we lost. I can’t really say it means anything to me, though...
[...ugh, of course leaving this thing would go badly, wouldn’t it. Time to arrange some retribution in the form of whipping some water out of the pouch on his belt and using it to bind the tentacle with a water whip!]
Now, come on. Is this really any way to actually welcome visitors to your world?
( 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. )
( You know what, Edgeworth isn't even going to ask any questions right now. Instead, he'll simply follow the older man hoping that he's correct in his assessment. )
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He's expecting it to up the ante, and he's not left disappointed, even if the options he has to choose from leave him rather flushed under the cravat. It would be foolhardy to believe that the other man is not paying close attention to him, so Edgeworth instead hopes that he doesn't think too poorly of him for his reaction.
The words are: paddles, handcuffs and sensory deprivation, and Edgeworth hastily chooses the first because frankly, the mere thought of being restricted in some sense is more unnerving than he'd care to admit to. )
They're only going to get worse from here, I fear.
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[his brow actually kind of scrunches because he actually doesn't like any of those. like, he's not even being prudish they're all just not great in his mind.]
Given everything, I kind of expected this, but it's still pretty tacky.
[...ugh, he's going to settle on sensory deprivation.]
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( The next words appear on the screen: men, women, both.
He hates this sort of question, having not thought about the subject in too much depth in the past (or, so he'd like to think, but he's not going to over-analyse this decision, so he simply selects 'both'. )
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[He doesn't actually have to think about this because it's very obviously a "both" on his end as well.]
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( Edgeworth is disappointed but not surprised. They're almost done! )
Ready for the final question?
( Not that the booth is going to give them much choice in the matter. )
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[what manner of filth awaits them. He is definitely... stoked....]
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missionary, doggy, 69.
This is... so basic. That's the only word for it. Who thought this would be entertaining?
He quickly selects 'missionary' and moves on... )
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...I guess it could've been worse.
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( He says it a bit stiffly because while he agrees, what they have endured has certainly been bad enough.
The animated love heart on the screen seems to have finally completed its calculations, playing a disappointed tone before breaking into two pieces and revealing their score: 45%.
The door suddenly slides open, but before they can make their escape a rogue tentacle sneaks in, intent on slapping them! )
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[...ugh, of course leaving this thing would go badly, wouldn’t it. Time to arrange some retribution in the form of whipping some water out of the pouch on his belt and using it to bind the tentacle with a water whip!]
Now, come on. Is this really any way to actually welcome visitors to your world?
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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?
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Yes, I believe we can. Let's get out of here, then.
[He tries to push the mascot aside in a way that is unlikely to cause harm but with an implied threat so they can just... get outta here.]
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Right, let's make ourselves scarce, shall we?