Dirty Money!

[Indie! Wocky Kitaki. Don't expect too much from me.]

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

“....Okay- So-- Old Grandpa Shadow the Hedgehog Lawyer is a pile of trash, but he’s got money-- ...But the Sonic the Hedgehog blue suit lawyer is broke? Wiggidy-wack. ...Blue suit could be our new delivery guy for money.”

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cravatedturnabout replied to your post:Here's three dollars for your bland muffins. Make...

Edgeworth. It’s getting rather tiring repeating myself. Secondly– they were bland. No amount of oatmeal can make a person think otherwise.

“Listen up, No Worth. I don’t want your money. Your hearing must be bad-- Well, turn up your hearing aid, Pop pop. I. DON’T. WANT. YOUR. MONEY! I said so yesterday! I said if the muffin wasn’t good, it was for free! And since you got no taste at all in that mouth o’ yours, you stupidly think it was bad! So! No charge!”

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

Here's three dollars for your bland muffins. Make sure to take them and edit the recipe.

“....Oi. First off, they ain’t ‘muffins’! Say it with me, Old Money. They are O.G. CRACKERS. Second off-- bland? You must be confused! All that old man oatmeal you must be eatin’ must’ve dulled your taste buds! ‘Cause that apple cinnaman O.G. Cracker was CRACKALACKIN.”

[turnaboutkingu]

kitsunetsuuki replied to your post:What would you do if Athena and Apollo had a crush…

“Money.”

“…If it’s a sugar daddy they’re looking for it certainly isn’t me. I can hardly afford to pay them sometimes. They should look elsewhere like towards Edgeworth…”

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“...Ain’t lawyers supposed to be rollin’ in money? If you ain’t, does that mean you’re bad at the law thing? Edgeworth? You must mean Grandpa. He’s stingy as hell.”

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

[So, I’m feeling surprisingly bashful with new followers. Like for a starter, if you’d like. Or, if you’d rather plot, maybe like this or send an IM? I wanna get the ball rolling with this boy.]

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i wont be happy with my blog theme until it looks like an ugly early 2000s myspace page complete with ugly dollar sign gifs and big sayings misspelled like “no ragrets”

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Wocky: *defends his muffins with a rehearsed disclaimer*

Also Wocky: is clopping art

[cravatedturnabout-blog]

Edgeworth. That’s what you’ll address me as.

…. How exactly do I look like someone as elderly as a ‘grandpa’? My pants are pulled up properly, to my waist. As it should be. 

– And you. I’m assuming you wear your pants awfully low. With such ill-manners, it’s simple to assume the one living in a cave would be you.

(Much to his surprise, he found himself being forcefully handed the muffin. How unfortunate.)

… Hm. Fine. But first let me contact someone– that way they’ll know who’s responsible for my potential trip to the hospital.

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

Grandpa Money.

‘Cause. Your weird dead-guy poet clothes. Nobody wears their pants on their waist ‘cept grandpas. You could look much better if yer’ pants weren’t up to your nips. Anyway--

[Wocky grimaced at the mention of the hospital. Oh boy. Time for business. With a sigh, the boy hunched over a little.]

...Kitaki baked goods are made in a legal kitchen-- It’s clean and checked by a health inspector regularly. It’s apple spice flavor. If you’re allergic to apples, spice-- cinnamon, don’t put it in your piehole. If you’re allergic to peanuts, hazelnuts, almonds, pecans, eggs, or dairy, don’t eat it. All those things are in our kitchen and we can’t guarantee no cross-contamination. There. You got the short disclaimer. Just eat it, will ya’?

[turnaboutkingu]

Playboy…me? -What in the world was this kid talking about?- um…? 

-He stares down at so called O.G cracker, which isn’t a cracker at all mind you-

Only three bucks, huh? I guess I’ll take one for breakfast tomorrow. Did you make these yourself?

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

Yeah. Playboy.

[Playboy was on Wocky’s list of complimentary names-- it was an incredibly short list.]

...”Only”? You think it’s worth more? I mean, if you wanna slip me a twenty for one muffin, I’ll take it. But the set price is three. Good deal, huh?

[Oh, boy. It was time to do what his father had instructed him to do. From his back pocket, Wocky whipped out a small, pink paper bag, shaking it open in a smooth movement. Hooking his basket of muffins on his wrist, he tossed one of the baked goods into the bag before folding it shut. On the front was a picture of a happy looking fox with a leaf on it’s head.]

Courtesy of the Kitaki family bakery. Tell your friends, or somethin’.

...Man-- Do I look like a baker?! Do I got flour on my face?!

[But truthfully, he had made them himself. Winifred had taught him pretty well, even though there was still a tiny bit of resentment in Wocky about the new family business.]

I’m just the delivery boy-- got it? Don’t start thinkin’ I’m some frou-frou, elbow deep in dough, cookie eatin’ crybaby.

[cravatedturnabout-blog]

It’s not ‘yo’, nor is it ‘Old Money’. It’s Edgeworth.

And frankly I don’t see how my cravat shows my financial status.

(Not that his assumption was a lie. He was loaded afterall..)

I’m not cheap, I just don’t want it. Go and sell your muffins elsewhere.

– I’m not giving you any of that information.

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

...You’re Old Money.

You’re like a weird smooth skinned grandpa. You wearin’ that vest to hide how far your pants are pulled up?

Gee, Grandpa. tell me what it was like livin’ in a cave.

[Wocky dug out another muffin from the basket, forcing it into Edgeworth’s hands.]

Eat it.

If it’s good, you gotta buy another one from me. If you think it ain’t good-- no charge. Good deal, huh?

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[All these suits. Too many suits. At least this guy didn’t look as stuck-up.]

Playboy. With the hair. You.

You want an “O.G. Cracker”. They’re apple cinnamon.

[He gave a brief gesture to his basket full of muffins-- despite their neat, professional packaging, they were clearly homemade.]

You want one. Three bucks.

[cravatedturnabout-blog]

What was that?

(This hoodlum. It was obvious the younger generation was definitely lacking in manners. For a second, Edgeworth contemplated his response– or at least pretended to. He already knew what he was going to answer with after all..)

.. Hm. No. 

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

Yo!

[Upon taking a muffin from his basket, he began to eat it aggressively, as though that were an action that could be seen as intimidating.]

Listen up, Old Money! Your lacy bib business you got goin’ on around your neck means you got money practically fallin’ out of your pockets!

You too cheap to afford an “O.G. Cracker”!?

Best muffins in the business, and you ain’t even gonna buy one?!

Aight! Save me the trouble! Where you live? I’ll find out one way or another and stuff muffins down yer’ throat while ya’ sleep!

[cravatedturnabout-blog]

Excuse me? How about speaking English.

[kitsunetsuuki-blog]

Punk.

[Under his breath, he whispers something along the lines of “How ‘bout kissin’ my left ass cheek?” But ultimately, presents a small basket of muffins.]

Wanna buy one?

They’re called “O.G. Crackers”. Hella good.

Buy one.

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What, playa’?! You lookin’ at me funny?! Come at me! I’ll make you and your momma cry, Bizzzzzzoooooooy!