Letting out a bitterly amused breath, Edgeworth glanced down at his own uniform as well. Humiliating as it was to wear such horrid garments, they were leaps and bounds more comfortable than the military uniform had been; and in truth, Edgeworth was incredibly curious as to why their clothes had been changed once again.
Glancing back up at Niikura, Edgeworth found himself feeling stuck on one of the final things that he had said - there had been a takeover? Edgeworth assumed that the military presence here was relatively new, but he hadn't been entirely sure until then that it hadn't been a voluntary choice to allow them into the institute. Aguilar, he repeated in his mind to keep the name fresh, his expression turning thoughtful. "I can't say that I've been here long enough to develop a preference in the uniforms, though I have to agree that the colors are-"
Just then, the intercom jingle interrupted Edgeworth's words, and he stopped as he glanced upward at the ceiling. He suddenly felt like an elementary school student - intercom announcements like this were incredibly demeaning in the prosecutor's mind, and he hadn't had to deal with them after he had left his elementary school in favor of homeschooling with the von Karma's - and unsuppressed displeasure crossed Edgeworth's features as he waited for the announcements to finish.
Once they were done, the prosecutor began to stand, his gaze lowering to Niikura as the patients around them reluctantly moved from their chosen locations to what Edgeworth assumed to be the cafeteria doors. "The menu doesn't sound horrible, at least," he said, his mind moving to the horrid pink gruel he'd had to down the night before. Real food sounded heavenly, though the less than eager faces of most of the patients in the room were already beginning to hint to the prosecutor that he might not have much to look forward to.
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Glancing back up at Niikura, Edgeworth found himself feeling stuck on one of the final things that he had said - there had been a takeover? Edgeworth assumed that the military presence here was relatively new, but he hadn't been entirely sure until then that it hadn't been a voluntary choice to allow them into the institute. Aguilar, he repeated in his mind to keep the name fresh, his expression turning thoughtful. "I can't say that I've been here long enough to develop a preference in the uniforms, though I have to agree that the colors are-"
Just then, the intercom jingle interrupted Edgeworth's words, and he stopped as he glanced upward at the ceiling. He suddenly felt like an elementary school student - intercom announcements like this were incredibly demeaning in the prosecutor's mind, and he hadn't had to deal with them after he had left his elementary school in favor of homeschooling with the von Karma's - and unsuppressed displeasure crossed Edgeworth's features as he waited for the announcements to finish.
Once they were done, the prosecutor began to stand, his gaze lowering to Niikura as the patients around them reluctantly moved from their chosen locations to what Edgeworth assumed to be the cafeteria doors. "The menu doesn't sound horrible, at least," he said, his mind moving to the horrid pink gruel he'd had to down the night before. Real food sounded heavenly, though the less than eager faces of most of the patients in the room were already beginning to hint to the prosecutor that he might not have much to look forward to.