A Brief History of Men's Neckwear
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shinonFandom: Ace Attorney series
Characters: Gumshoe, Edgeworth
Word count: ~600
Warnings: GUMSHOE BEING A BOX OF PUPPIES? Oh, wait. He generally is. :|
Notes: One-word prompt meme thing; prompt is "tie," courtesy of Morri.
"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, can I ask you a question?"
Edgeworth folded his arms. "Well, as long as you're standing in the foyer and blocking my only means of egress, I'll have to allow it." Man, Edgeworth was such a smart guy. Using words like "egress" and pronouncing "foyer" like "foy-AY," like people did who went to Europe and had whole desk drawers for fancy leaf teas. He looked a little impatient now, though. "What is it, Detective?"
"This may be a little weird, but... where do you get those neck things?"
"'Neck things,'" said Edgeworth, blank-faced.
"Yeah, you know!" Gumshoe rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck. "I've only seen you and your sister and von Karma wearing 'em, so I figure they're like fluffy scarves for fancy people. Only you wear them in the summer, too, so -"
"'Fluffy scarves,'" Edgeworth echoed, "'for fancy people.'" Well, at least that proved he was listening! "I haven't the slightest idea what you could mean by such an inane phrase."
He really had a way of making people feel stupid. That was probably why he was such a great lawyer. Gumshoe was starting to think he wasn't going to get a useful answer after all, and if he kept asking questions he'd probably get his pay cut. That was what happened to cops who asked too many questions. He used to think it was just questions that would ruin somebody's cover-up that got you in trouble, but actually it was any kind of question. Edgeworth had set him straight on that pretty quickly.
But he gave it one more shot. He really was curious. "The ruffles," he said, making vague ruffly gestures around his throat. "You're wearing one right now."
Edgeworth's eyebrows shot up. "You mean my cravat."
"Yeah! Cravat! That's the word. Where'd you get it from?"
"I had it imported." Oh, yeah. Of course he would. He probably spared no expense on getting the finest fluffy sc- cravats in the world. "They originated in Croatia - the term comes from a French mispronunciation of 'Croat.'"
"You get them straight from Croatia?"
"No, England. Don't be silly." He said that like it should be so obvious. Gumshoe figured it probably was, if you were a lawyer. Edgeworth sighed. "Now will you please stop blocking the door?"
"Oh. Yeah. Of course." But for a few minutes after the prosecutor left, he kept thinking about it. Cravats, huh? All the way from England? What a guy. This kind of torpedoed those ideas he'd had about some secret society of fancy scarf-wearers, but that wasn't too big a disappointment. Cravat. It was a neat little word. He made his best guess at spelling it and typed it into a computer in the lobby. He wasn't that great with the Internet, but he did turn up something...
"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth!" he said the next morning. "Do you like my cravat?"
"You aren't wearing a cravat."
"Sure am! I looked it up. Actually, a cravat is just a tie." Wait, did he have that right? "Or maybe it was that a tie is just a cravat... Anyway, did you know that?"
Edgeworth stared at him. "Well, if that's what you want to call it - if you can afford cravats on your current pay, I'd say it's much too high, wouldn't you?"
"Oh." Gumshoe sighed. "Yeah, I guess it's just a regular tie."
Characters: Gumshoe, Edgeworth
Word count: ~600
Warnings: GUMSHOE BEING A BOX OF PUPPIES? Oh, wait. He generally is. :|
Notes: One-word prompt meme thing; prompt is "tie," courtesy of Morri.
"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth, can I ask you a question?"
Edgeworth folded his arms. "Well, as long as you're standing in the foyer and blocking my only means of egress, I'll have to allow it." Man, Edgeworth was such a smart guy. Using words like "egress" and pronouncing "foyer" like "foy-AY," like people did who went to Europe and had whole desk drawers for fancy leaf teas. He looked a little impatient now, though. "What is it, Detective?"
"This may be a little weird, but... where do you get those neck things?"
"'Neck things,'" said Edgeworth, blank-faced.
"Yeah, you know!" Gumshoe rubbed sheepishly at the back of his neck. "I've only seen you and your sister and von Karma wearing 'em, so I figure they're like fluffy scarves for fancy people. Only you wear them in the summer, too, so -"
"'Fluffy scarves,'" Edgeworth echoed, "'for fancy people.'" Well, at least that proved he was listening! "I haven't the slightest idea what you could mean by such an inane phrase."
He really had a way of making people feel stupid. That was probably why he was such a great lawyer. Gumshoe was starting to think he wasn't going to get a useful answer after all, and if he kept asking questions he'd probably get his pay cut. That was what happened to cops who asked too many questions. He used to think it was just questions that would ruin somebody's cover-up that got you in trouble, but actually it was any kind of question. Edgeworth had set him straight on that pretty quickly.
But he gave it one more shot. He really was curious. "The ruffles," he said, making vague ruffly gestures around his throat. "You're wearing one right now."
Edgeworth's eyebrows shot up. "You mean my cravat."
"Yeah! Cravat! That's the word. Where'd you get it from?"
"I had it imported." Oh, yeah. Of course he would. He probably spared no expense on getting the finest fluffy sc- cravats in the world. "They originated in Croatia - the term comes from a French mispronunciation of 'Croat.'"
"You get them straight from Croatia?"
"No, England. Don't be silly." He said that like it should be so obvious. Gumshoe figured it probably was, if you were a lawyer. Edgeworth sighed. "Now will you please stop blocking the door?"
"Oh. Yeah. Of course." But for a few minutes after the prosecutor left, he kept thinking about it. Cravats, huh? All the way from England? What a guy. This kind of torpedoed those ideas he'd had about some secret society of fancy scarf-wearers, but that wasn't too big a disappointment. Cravat. It was a neat little word. He made his best guess at spelling it and typed it into a computer in the lobby. He wasn't that great with the Internet, but he did turn up something...
"Hey, Mr. Edgeworth!" he said the next morning. "Do you like my cravat?"
"You aren't wearing a cravat."
"Sure am! I looked it up. Actually, a cravat is just a tie." Wait, did he have that right? "Or maybe it was that a tie is just a cravat... Anyway, did you know that?"
Edgeworth stared at him. "Well, if that's what you want to call it - if you can afford cravats on your current pay, I'd say it's much too high, wouldn't you?"
"Oh." Gumshoe sighed. "Yeah, I guess it's just a regular tie."
