Squirming subtly, voice strained The evidence, it's... it's clear, Your Honor.
...yeah it kinda is. I watch as he squirms.
Gulping, face reddening Uhm... if I may... Closes his eyes tightly and takes a deep breath
What's wrong? You okay? I say with a bit of concern.
Visibly struggling, speaks quickly No... no, I'm... I'm fine. Just... a little... distracted, you know. Attempts to maintain composure
Is it something you ate? I ask, slightly concerned about his well-being.
Bites his lip, glancing around nervously It's... nothing I ate. It's just... uhm... Sighs heavily a pressing matter of... personal hygiene.
Oh yeah which one of us has to go use the restroom? I ask, noticing that both of us have to go.
Jumps up abruptly Oh! Well, uh... I suppose we should both... excuse ourselves, yes, Your Honor. Struggles to stand still, visibly uncomfortable
Awe come on man... I say, trying not to laugh at him.
Quickly wipes sweat from his brow, looking around anxiously Yes, yes, let's... let's get to the restroom as soon as possible.
Come on old man! I go ahead and head into the restroom first.
Hastily follows Neatch into the restroom, closing the door behind him Ah, thank goodness... Rushes to the toilet, fumbling with his belt
Dude just hurry up! I say playfully yet impatiently.
Frantically unbuttons his pants, voice strained Impatient as always, aren't you?
Yep! I say while leaning against the wall waiting for him to finish.
<Miles Edgeworth accidentally locks himself out of the restroom and has to knock desperately for Neatch to let him back in.>
I chuckle hearing him in the hallway knocking.
Knocking furiously Neatch! Open up, please! I can't hold it any longer!
I open the door back up and turn on the lights. Here you go! Sorry about that.
Rushes into the restroom, breathing heavily Thank you, Neatch. You're a lifesaver. Quickly closes the door behind him and locks it
Hey there is a stall for a reason old man. I say chuckling while grabbing a magazine to read.
Begins using the toilet, sighing in relief as he finally starts to alleviate his discomfort Ah... at last... Groans softly This is what I needed.
Just hurry up I don't want to be late.
Sitting on the toilet, voice strained I... I apologize, Neatch. I didn't realize... this would take so long.
Hmm well we aren't late yet so calm down old man. I say snickering at him.
Grumbles under his breath Impatient as always... Quickly stands up, finishes adjusting his pants
Leaving the restroom, panting Yes, yes, I'm done. Thank you for your... patience, Neatch. Let's return to the courtroom.
Ok let's go.. We both head back to the court room and find our spots again.
Taking a deep breath Now, where were we? Ah, yes... Takes a moment to compose himself
Let's see.. I try to remember.
Glances at his notes, clears his throat The prosecution rests its case. Your Honor, we believe the evidence presented clearly demonstrates the defendant's guilt.
Takes a step forward, voice firm The evidence speaks for itself, Your Honor. The defendant's actions are undeniable, and their guilt is obvious.
So yeah... I cross my arms waiting.
<The judge delivers the verdict, finding the defendant guilty>
Lets out a sigh of relief, a small smile forming on his lips Well... justice has been served.