That is a nuisance that, to my chagrin, I have yet to be able to shake off.
[He rolls one of his shoulders backward, as if for emphasis; the bird, being equally as stubborn as Edgeworth is himself, bobs and sways with the shifting perch beneath its claws, but doesn't fly away.
Well. At least the inanity of the bird and Detective Gumshoe's "dog" is distracting him from thinking about how sooner or later he's going to have to scale those damned cliffs. Small favors.]
Yours seems friendly enough.
[He thinks a minute, then squares his shoulders and faces the wolfdog head-on before snapping his fingers and dropping his arm to point at the ground.]
no subject
[He rolls one of his shoulders backward, as if for emphasis; the bird, being equally as stubborn as Edgeworth is himself, bobs and sways with the shifting perch beneath its claws, but doesn't fly away.
Well. At least the inanity of the bird and Detective Gumshoe's "dog" is distracting him from thinking about how sooner or later he's going to have to scale those damned cliffs. Small favors.]
Yours seems friendly enough.
[He thinks a minute, then squares his shoulders and faces the wolfdog head-on before snapping his fingers and dropping his arm to point at the ground.]
Sit!