-- My Dog Is Named Scruffy --
- The Dog Gets Catty With His Rival -
"I didn't know you played tennis, detective," Edgeworth commented, eyeing the battered tennis racket lying next to Gumshoe's desk.
"I don't," the detective replied, not looking up from his work.
"Then why the tennis racket?"
"That's just so people don't think it's weird that I'm carrying this around," the detective replied, producing a tennis ball from one of the pockets of his trenchcoat.
"Why are you carrying that around?" Edgeworth asked, suddenly suspicious.
"I'll give you three guesses and the first two don't count," the detective replied in a rather rude tone, and began to casually bounce the tennis ball against his desk.
Edgeworth was shocked. The detective had never been so flagrantly disrespectful towards him. Then again, Edgeworth had never stolen the detective's girlfriend beforeā¦
And then it hit him like the proverbial ton of bricks. Gumshoe had the tennis ball because he was still playing some weird dog-themed game with Franziska. Well, that was fine with Edgeworth. And if the detective wanted to turn this into a war, that was fine, too.
But I'll be damned if he thinks I'm going to lose to the likes of him!
-tbc-
A/N: Reviews are love.
