You have to agree, he does seem to be the one acting most childish in this situation.
Had my intention actually been to kill I could have used my bat on him while he was running his mouth interrogating me.
Yeah, if you drink too much you spend all your energy exhilarating the crash.
It also is a known cause for multiple different personality disorders.
It also causes physical problems, such as bad eyesight when taken in large amounts over a long period of time.
*I watch the man for a moment more, he seems more preoccupied with his beverage rather than the scene in front of him. Seriously, what kind of man could be so wrapped up in his drink that he doesn't freak out at a pool of blood?*
*Frowns* I'm sorry. I don't take it back though, she just strikes me as the ditsy blonde type. . .*Sighs* But I guess I'll have to keep my opinion to myself. And if you didn't notice, that was half a diss on Gino's part. I was trying to make you happy. But whatever. *Sticks out tongue*
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You have to agree, he does seem to be the one acting most childish in this situation.
Had my intention actually been to kill I could have used my bat on him while he was running his mouth interrogating me.
Yeah, if you drink too much you spend all your energy exhilarating the crash.
It also is a known cause for multiple different personality disorders.
It also causes physical problems, such as bad eyesight when taken in large amounts over a long period of time.
Why call the police?- normally when people stumble across a pool of blood its the first thing they do... after they've... gotten over the shock.
I'm doing all I can to prove my innocence, he just doesn't listen to reason-
*Points at Edgeworth*
*Shakes my head again*
Mr. Edgeworth just keeps interrogating me, no ones even bothered to call the police.
Its practically harassment.
*Mutters under my breath*
"Murder-... c-cant you see the blood on the ground?"
O-oh... Its just this man is trying to convict me, and I didn't do anything, really...
*I watch the man for a moment more, he seems more preoccupied with his beverage rather than the scene in front of him. Seriously, what kind of man could be so wrapped up in his drink that he doesn't freak out at a pool of blood?*
*I glance over at the man in the distance, don't tell me he was going to blame me for this too-*
"I-I didn't... Do it... I swear--"