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[prosecutory]

Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth.

I cannot accommodate you at the moment, but please leave a message and I will respond as soon as possible. 

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[fingersnaps]

( Manfred raises a hand to snatch the cravat away without so much as a thank you. Not that Edgeworth would expect anything more frm Manfred von Karma. )

Good. Now I can take this ridiculous thing off.

( He tucks the cravat away in a pocket temporarily as he deftly undoes the bow tie around his neck. He has half a mind to offer it to Edgeworth; it'd suit his personal style more, and it would be a fair exchange, but he decides against it because no relative of Gregory Edgeworth's deserves anything from him for free.

It's as he ties the cravat around his neck that he adds: )

And into the trash it will go.

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[Edgeworth did not expect a polite "thank you" from Manfred, so he doesn't flinch when the latter snatches the cravat away - although he does blink because wow, okay, that was fast. He watches Manfred undo the bow tie - and well, it looks like he won't be getting that in exchange for the cravat. Edgeworth is not surprised, and says nothing about it.

Closure with his father back in Death City had renewed his relationship and respect for Gregory, and it had led to restocking on bow ties. While he would have liked to give Manfred's a better home, he's not going to beg for castoffs or root through the garbage to save it.]

Is that all? [His tone remains civil as ever.]

[fingersnaps]

( He secures the cravat with his brooch, which has been polished to high heaven after the incident in the cake batter. )

Yes, it is, Edgeworth.

( He surveys him, several questions on the tip of his tongue. But perhaps now is not the moment. )

Unless you had something to add?

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[Edgeworth shakes his head resolutely.]

Nothing at all. [He wasn't about to give Manfred the opportunity to find out even more about him and the future.]

[fingersnaps]

( If he was in a better mood, he would have supplied some parting quip. Perhaps something along the lines of and who taught you how to dress, anyway? But today isn't the day for that line of questioning. )

Likewise.

( That being said, he turns to take his leave. )

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[Edgeworth turns away as well, not looking back as he walks back home.

This meeting went better than he expected.]