[Fulbright's delusions of jealousy aside, Blackquill hasn't actually used something as comfortable as a sofa in years. After a wordless look around the room and its bizarre choice of decor, he'll be flopping down on one of them. Simple pleasures are sometimes the best.]
[ He comes into the room stiffly, uncomfortably, suspiciously; he doesn't touch anything at first, and certainly doesn't sit down, just glares at the badgers on the walls like they hold some sort of secret. He leans against the wall a moment, looking at the others in the room - but then he just can't help himself; he starts to move about the room, examining and investigating. ]
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Are you still bickering over who is the Hero of Justice and who is the Champion?
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The choice of decor could use some revisions, but who am I to insult our illustrious hosts?
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Those badgers give me the creeps...
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[ sits on one, sprawling, as he places his feet on the table ]
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[she collapsed to her knees and hid inside her box, watching him through the grip-hold and trying to contain her excited laughter.]
Sss, sss, sss...
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Mr. Edgeworth!
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1/2
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Yellow like... a gold medal?
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[Suddenly there's what appears to be a cowboy behind Sebastian, trying to pass on the way inside.]
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What is the significance behind splitting us into separate rooms...?
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I cannot help but think that perhaps we are being divided into "teams."
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(Can no one help me find Miss Kamilla?)
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You know, yellow is my favourite colour and all, but I think this might be too much, even for me.