While Edgeworth had no problem with flying on air crafts in itself, he did have a problem with the turbulence (they were irregular, unpredictable, some bigger than other) the airship he's currently boarding experienced. A bigger problem than he'd have liked to show, especially in front of the myriad of passengers on the same flight as him-- all strangers.
He remains stationary, trying not to make his increasing distress apparent. Though, next to him, his Moogle's audible worrying was a dead giveaway something wasn't right. "Mr. Edgeworth, kupo, are you okay? You look so pale, paler than usual, kupo."
A firm reassurance that he was fine sits on the tip of his tongue, but before he could so much as open his mouth, he feels the aircraft shaking with what seems to be the biggest turbulence this flight had experienced. He couldn't really judge, because he was too busy-- ah...fainting.
When he comes to after what must have only been a dozen minutes, the Moogle was hovering panicky over his motionless form on the ground. Though, there's also someone else staring down at him with their brows furrowed in-- worry, most likely.
"I..." Edgeworth sits up, feeling like an utter fool.
3.
Having lived in solitude for a long time, Edgeworth feels unsure (not nervous) about the prospect of one or multiple housemates. When he has no need or desire for socializing, he simply doesn't do it, but it'd be hard to ignore a person's presence when they're living under the same roof as you.
And he can only hope his housemate would be no slob.
Although Edgeworth is by no means a peoples person, he wouldn't want to appear rude. So when he hears that someone was to move into this house sometime today, he takes his time to brew some tea. Some blends he'd picked up from the market were unfamiliar to him, most likely native to this world only, but the one he prepares is regular Ceylon. Hopefully it would be to the other's liking.
Setting the tea tray on the living room table, as if on cue he hears the sound of knocking.
"Good afternoon. I assume you're the new housemate I've been expecting." He nods, perhaps a bit curtly, at the person at the doorstep, and the narrator apologizes if Edgeworth here seems either stiff or scary or another adjective synonymous to intimidating. He doesn't mean it. "Do come in."
Miles Edgeworth | Ace Attorney
While Edgeworth had no problem with flying on air crafts in itself, he did have a problem with the turbulence (they were irregular, unpredictable, some bigger than other) the airship he's currently boarding experienced. A bigger problem than he'd have liked to show, especially in front of the myriad of passengers on the same flight as him-- all strangers.
He remains stationary, trying not to make his increasing distress apparent. Though, next to him, his Moogle's audible worrying was a dead giveaway something wasn't right. "Mr. Edgeworth, kupo, are you okay? You look so pale, paler than usual, kupo."
A firm reassurance that he was fine sits on the tip of his tongue, but before he could so much as open his mouth, he feels the aircraft shaking with what seems to be the biggest turbulence this flight had experienced. He couldn't really judge, because he was too busy-- ah...fainting.
When he comes to after what must have only been a dozen minutes, the Moogle was hovering panicky over his motionless form on the ground. Though, there's also someone else staring down at him with their brows furrowed in-- worry, most likely.
"I..." Edgeworth sits up, feeling like an utter fool.
3.
Having lived in solitude for a long time, Edgeworth feels unsure (not nervous) about the prospect of one or multiple housemates. When he has no need or desire for socializing, he simply doesn't do it, but it'd be hard to ignore a person's presence when they're living under the same roof as you.
And he can only hope his housemate would be no slob.
Although Edgeworth is by no means a peoples person, he wouldn't want to appear rude. So when he hears that someone was to move into this house sometime today, he takes his time to brew some tea. Some blends he'd picked up from the market were unfamiliar to him, most likely native to this world only, but the one he prepares is regular Ceylon. Hopefully it would be to the other's liking.
Setting the tea tray on the living room table, as if on cue he hears the sound of knocking.
"Good afternoon. I assume you're the new housemate I've been expecting." He nods, perhaps a bit curtly, at the person at the doorstep, and the narrator apologizes if Edgeworth here seems either stiff or scary or another adjective synonymous to intimidating. He doesn't mean it. "Do come in."