Not only was Edgeworth "on time," he had been wandering the City Royale since morning, hours before the set time.
He was not at the fountain, however, but close enough to be within Manfred's immediate field of vision once he'd happen upon their designated meeting place. He was yet to spot the elder prosecutor, having his back turned to the fountain as he fiddled with the lapel of his coat. He'd like to think himself a spitting likeness of his father, which prompted to question how familiar he and Manfred may have been, if they were any at all.
He glanced over his shoulder to catch, in the corner of his eye, a figure standing by the fountain. With some reluctance, he begins to slowly trudge towards Manfred, touching the brim of his hat in a way that obscured his steel-grey eyes, a habit reminiscent of that of his departed father...
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He was not at the fountain, however, but close enough to be within Manfred's immediate field of vision once he'd happen upon their designated meeting place. He was yet to spot the elder prosecutor, having his back turned to the fountain as he fiddled with the lapel of his coat. He'd like to think himself a spitting likeness of his father, which prompted to question how familiar he and Manfred may have been, if they were any at all.
He glanced over his shoulder to catch, in the corner of his eye, a figure standing by the fountain. With some reluctance, he begins to slowly trudge towards Manfred, touching the brim of his hat in a way that obscured his steel-grey eyes, a habit reminiscent of that of his departed father...