"That doesn't even make sense. And anyways, I'm quite Sirius." Se-ri-ous, Si-ri-us. Still not really funny, but Sirius still makes the joke.But that's a good sign, for Edgeworth. It's well known that Edgeworth is overzealous in so much, and bothered by so, so much, things that don't bother anyone else at all, things that no one loses any sleep over but him and him alone. Add this one to the list.
Except there is a small and petty part of Sirius that hates to be told no. Put it down to base rebelliousness, put it down to a wealthy childhood--it doesn't actually matter why he's so very resistant, only that he is. He looks over at the defaced mural, marked with scratches both shallow and deep. Merlin, but he hates Snape.
"One more," he announces, and drags the knife across the general middle of the figure's face, eye and bridge of nose and eye again. Satisfied, Sirius steps back, like an artist that's just finished a particularly good painting. "Think I should sign it, so he knows who's done it?"
But he doesn't. Instead, he turns and shoulders past Edgeworth. "Come on, then, don't piss yourself. Let's go."
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Except there is a small and petty part of Sirius that hates to be told no. Put it down to base rebelliousness, put it down to a wealthy childhood--it doesn't actually matter why he's so very resistant, only that he is. He looks over at the defaced mural, marked with scratches both shallow and deep. Merlin, but he hates Snape.
"One more," he announces, and drags the knife across the general middle of the figure's face, eye and bridge of nose and eye again. Satisfied, Sirius steps back, like an artist that's just finished a particularly good painting. "Think I should sign it, so he knows who's done it?"
But he doesn't. Instead, he turns and shoulders past Edgeworth. "Come on, then, don't piss yourself. Let's go."