“Go change Wright,” Edgeworth said,

“Go change Wright,” Edgeworth said, ushering him towards the ‘changing rooms’. Wright went, and the large tailor set about preparing his tools of the trade. he asked.Edgeworth raised an eyebrow at the phrasing. he asked casually.Edgeworth opened his mouth in shock, gaping like a fish for a moment. Thankfully, the tailor wasn't looking his way, and he was able to recover fairly quickly.A subtlety of the German language. There was no proper word for ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’, at least, not in such causal terms. Generally, you could specify what you meant by using careful phrasing. Edgeworth had neglected to do so, leaving the possessive phrase ‘mein Freund’ (my friend) up to interpretation. In this case, it had been interpreted wrong.It was a common enough mistake, but it would be problematic if he didn't didn't correct it. After all, this was…This was… a complete stranger.Whom Wright couldn't understand.And whom neither Wright nor Edgeworth would likely ever see again in their entire lives.Edgeworth chewed the inside of his cheek. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't. Still, his thoughts turned back to sitting next to Wright in the airport.It would hardly cause any harm. No one would even have to know . It was just a test, of sorts. An exercise, in, uh… Hmm.The tailor was really expecting an answer right about now. He swallowed. It was close enough to the truth. The tailor looked like he wanted to hear more, so Edgeworth tried elaborating. Edgeworth answered. Wright stepped out of the dressing room, causing Edgeworth to flinch guiltily. Technically, none of what he said was a lie. He may have been implying quite a bit that wasn't true, but that could still be cleared up as a misunderstanding at any time.Not that he needed to worry- Wright hadn't followed any of the conversation from where he'd been changing. The man spread his arms wide, doing a turn around like he was modeling the suit. “Well? What d’ya think?”Edgeworth crossed his arms, looking the suit over. As Wright had said, it didn't fit him badly . However, there were a few places it stuck out, especially around the shoulders. The pants were just a tad long as well, not that it was extremely noticeable. the tailor said, cutting him off. Edgeworth translated to Wright the tailor’s instructions- Where to stand, how to hold his arms, etc. Sometimes, when Wright couldn't find the exact pose, the man would become impatient and move Wright before Edgeworth had finished translating their confused conversation.“I feel sorta like a doll here, Edgeworth,” Wright complained, looking over at him. the tailor said, recognizing Wright’s discomfort in his movements and tone of voice.“Stop fussing Wright, he’s almost done,” Edgeworth said. Wright sighed in exasperation, but sucked it up and turned back to the mirror. Edgeworth asked. the man said, standing up, pocketing the tape measurer he had been using. Edgeworth said. “So, are we done?” Wright asked.“Yes,” Edgeworth said, and Wright let out a sigh of relief.“Finally.”Edgeworth smirked, tutting at his friend’s impatience, and asked how much the work would cost. Wright apparently recognized words that meant ‘money’, and tried to pay for it himself, which Edgeworth wouldn't hear of. (“Honestly Edgeworth, I have the money now, you don't have to pay for everything.” “You didn't even want the alterations in the first place, you can pay for dinner instead.”)The jolly tailor laughed at their bickering, then sent them on their way. he said, waving as they left the store. Edgeworth’s heart did a little flip at the word ‘partner’, even though he'd technically been the first one to use it.“Well, that was an experience,” Wright sighed.“It certainly was,” Edgeworth agreed, for an entirely different reason. His ‘little test’ had yielded some… interesting results.