video;

[whatsupcroc]

[ The video starts black. Light cuts through in sharp lines, edging in around blades of grass. No, make that fur.

Fur that gains color into browns as it shifts away from blocking the camera's eye. The rabbit hops away down the table, disappearing for a minute. Two. When it comes back in view, it appears to be wearing tiny, lens-free glasses perched precariously on its twitching nose.

The rabbit sits back on its hind legs, ears swiveling forward and paws tucking close to its chest. When it glances toward the camera, it's almost like the rabbit winks. But it couldn't have.

Could it? ]

Comments

[bratworth]

[ SIGHING ]

Are you quite done?

[perfectionisms]

Do you really want me to continue?

[bratworth]

Certainly not, which is why I was asking if you were finished.

[perfectionisms]

And like I said, I'm no stranger to your foolishness. You're dismissed, Miles. You can leave when you want.

[bratworth]

[ RAISING AN EYEBROW... ]

Just when did you become my teacher?

[perfectionisms]

Dismissed, Miles Edgeworth.

[bratworth]

You can't dismiss me.

[ Continuing this conversation simply to see if he can get her to hang up first. ]