She grins. "Thank you so much! Um, let's see, the first one--"
Kay initially makes to gesture with one hand towards her own throat, because normally the first thing she'd cite to identify Edgeworth with would be the cravat he's always wearing? But she aborts the motion abruptly, realizing that if her various hair accessories didn't make it through the fountain, Mr. Edgeworth's signature ruffles probably won't have either.
Rewinding. Starting over. "The first one is a man; older than me, probably a bit younger than you? Um. He has... medium-grey hair, with bangs that kinda go like this--" her shackles jangle as she cups her hands at her temples, trying to recreate the severe arches of Edgeworth's hairline-- "And he almost always has his brow furrowed like he's either constipated or thinking super hard about something. And he has this SUPER intense, killer, icy-death-glare of intimidation that he gets sorta sensitive about whenever you point out he's doing it. What else... Uh, I'm pretty sure he's only in his twenties, but you wouldn't guess it from how he acts because he tends to talk like a stuffy old grandpa a lot of the time... Also, he usually looks like he's in serious need of a nap--"
...That's when she realizes there was a much, much more direct way to lead into this, and she cuts herself off with a light palm to the forehead. "Oh! Duh, he's also a prosecutor! So you might just know him anyway! His name is Miles Edgeworth."
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Kay initially makes to gesture with one hand towards her own throat, because normally the first thing she'd cite to identify Edgeworth with would be the cravat he's always wearing? But she aborts the motion abruptly, realizing that if her various hair accessories didn't make it through the fountain, Mr. Edgeworth's signature ruffles probably won't have either.
Rewinding. Starting over. "The first one is a man; older than me, probably a bit younger than you? Um. He has... medium-grey hair, with bangs that kinda go like this--" her shackles jangle as she cups her hands at her temples, trying to recreate the severe arches of Edgeworth's hairline-- "And he almost always has his brow furrowed like he's either constipated or thinking super hard about something. And he has this SUPER intense, killer, icy-death-glare of intimidation that he gets sorta sensitive about whenever you point out he's doing it. What else... Uh, I'm pretty sure he's only in his twenties, but you wouldn't guess it from how he acts because he tends to talk like a stuffy old grandpa a lot of the time... Also, he usually looks like he's in serious need of a nap--"
...That's when she realizes there was a much, much more direct way to lead into this, and she cuts herself off with a light palm to the forehead. "Oh! Duh, he's also a prosecutor! So you might just know him anyway! His name is Miles Edgeworth."