( Edgeworth pauses for a moment, tossing up between horse and dog. Dogs are, of course, loyal companions, appreciated by many, but horses are useful and efficient beasts, and this is what ultimately drives Edgeworth's decision to select horse.
He's disappointed to see his choice is incorrect, making a skeptical noise and a sidelong disbelieving glance when the woman's answer is revealed.
Their final selection of items for the first round appears on the screen:
[Kerra looks at it for a moment, and then decides to push Stars.
It's what she'd pick. Being someone more at home in the stars than in any single sky. She'd been born on a moon, but that wasn't really where her heart belonged.]
( Edgeworth also chooses 'stars'; recent experience (such as travelling on a spaceship) have led him to believe that they are the most beautiful of the celestial bodies. He's glad to see that he is correct. )
( Edgeworth feels a flush crawl up his neck and all the way to the tip of his ears; they feel like they're burning. He hopes he doesn't sound as flustered as he is when he speaks: )
Ah. Hm. That is... certainly a personal question.
( He frowns as he attempts to make himself feel less awkward. )
We do not have to continue if you are uncomfortable.
( They'll find another way out of this booth, octopi be damned. )
( It says something about Edgeworth as a person that cheating hadn't even crossed his mind as a potential option. This is just a silly game that he didn't even want to participate in, so what is the harm... ?)
Yes, let's try that. Which option are we selecting?
( He pushes the button at the same time as the woman...
but instead of the next round of questions popping up on the screen as he had expected, it instead goes, playing a tone that just drips of disappointment even tough Edgeworth can't quite place it.
After a moment, in large white letters, the words 'GAME OVER' appear. )
( It seems somewhat underwhelming that this would be the end of it all; it almost feels like they should be showered in either confetti or octopus excrement, depending on their results. )
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( Edgeworth pauses for a moment, tossing up between horse and dog. Dogs are, of course, loyal companions, appreciated by many, but horses are useful and efficient beasts, and this is what ultimately drives Edgeworth's decision to select horse.
He's disappointed to see his choice is incorrect, making a skeptical noise and a sidelong disbelieving glance when the woman's answer is revealed.
Their final selection of items for the first round appears on the screen:
stars, moon, sky. )
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It's what she'd pick. Being someone more at home in the stars than in any single sky. She'd been born on a moon, but that wasn't really where her heart belonged.]
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Ready for the second round?
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[Hand at the ready, she waits for the first category.
The questions are Doggy, Missionary, or Cowgirl/Boy.
And that makes her blink...]
...Uh...
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Ah. Hm. That is... certainly a personal question.
( He frowns as he attempts to make himself feel less awkward. )
We do not have to continue if you are uncomfortable.
( They'll find another way out of this booth, octopi be damned. )
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[It's not like she's a stranger to sex, though she can see he's uncomfortable, and won't press anything.]
Just caught me off guard. But...we can both just press the same thing. Skip the question?
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Yes, let's try that. Which option are we selecting?
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[She thinks. That's definitely not a name she's familiar with. Actually none of these are.]
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All right, then.
( He softly presses the cowgirl/boy option, almost as though he expects the screen to rear back and attack him. )
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Bets on it being something bizarre again?
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( But then the screen pops up with: apple, banana, strawberry. Edgeworth's brow furrows. )
They're... just fruits.
( If there's any link to be made here, he's not drawing it. )
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[She doesn't actually know what these are. Since space person. But she can accept it.]
I'll pick apple. that sounds fine and safe.
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( Edgeworth why. )
I will choose apple as well.
( With less trepidation this time, he makes his selection. )
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And the final question.
How many at once? Threesome, Foursome, Moresome.]
...Kriff...now it's just messing with us.
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That's just excessive.
I suppose 'threesome' would be the least tiring option in the list. Should we simply select that one?
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[She'd much, much rather have a single partner.]
So. Let's do it.
[PUSH!]
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but instead of the next round of questions popping up on the screen as he had expected, it instead goes, playing a tone that just drips of disappointment even tough Edgeworth can't quite place it.
After a moment, in large white letters, the words 'GAME OVER' appear. )
Wh- what just happened?
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[She exhales...]
I guess we lost. But the good news is, we're done.
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I suppose this means we can leave.
( He eyes the door hopefully. )
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[Kerra takes a step that way, pushing at the flap...]
Doesn't seem to be a problem.
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... But there's nothing. What a let-down. )
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...Well I guess that's that.
I'm Kerra, by the way. Since the game didn't bother to introduce us.
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Miles Edgeworth.
( As he says his name, he'll offer Kerra a hand to shake. )
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A pleasure, Miles. Now, why don't we get out of here before more tentacle'd friends decide we need another go?
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Sounds like a good idea to me.
( Out the door they go! )