Just a drabble because I wanted to torture Edgeworth ^^;
Length: 210 words
If he had to be honest with himself, Miles Edgeworth would admit that he is not the strongest man in the world, neither mentally nor physically. But to be fair, he had been to Hell and back, so he figures that has to count for something.
Which is why he is currently beyond mortified at his body’s betrayal of his pride: crouching on the seat of his chair while holding onto its back with a vice-like death-grip, voice squeaking an octave higher than usual as he commands, “Get that CREATURE out of my sight, Detective!”
"Aww, but it’s just an itty-bitty, teeny-weeny daddy longlegs, sir!"
"It could be a mommy shortarms for all I care! Just get rid of it before I roll the paycheck you were going to receive up into the instrument of its demise!"
Gumshoe waits for the little critter to climb onto his hand before he gets up and leaves the high prosecutor’s office, whispering, “It’s OK, little fella. Mr. Edgeworth didn’t mean any of that, but just in case he did, let’s get you back home out on the lawn.”
It would take Edgeworth another 5 minutes and multiple scans of the floor around his desk before he is finally satisfied that the threat was truly well and gone.