*Phoenix notices after a while that Edgeworth is done with the antiseptic, and watches lowly as he puts it away and brings back the t-shirt. He carefully takes it, then freezes for a moment at Edgeworth's next statement.
He does? Then he knows? Did he tell him too much...?
...Well, it's too late now. He bites his lip and hastily pulls the shirt over his head and waits for whatever might come next, keeping his turtle clutched tightly.*
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He does? Then he knows? Did he tell him too much...?
...Well, it's too late now. He bites his lip and hastily pulls the shirt over his head and waits for whatever might come next, keeping his turtle clutched tightly.*