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Lang was bored out of his mind. He was waiting for Edgeworth to get back to the office. It had been an hour, and Lang had run out of tasks to do.
He started to chew on Edgeworth's desk. Wood always tasted good in his mouth.
Edgeworth opened the door and started to laugh. "Lang, what are you doing?"
Lang let go of the desk. "Nothing."
Edgeworth sighed and sat down at his desk. "Why do I put up with you, Lang?"
Lang gave him his mastered puppy eyes. "'Cause you love me."
Edgeworth laughed. "Very much so, wolf boy." He gave Lang's hair a ruffle.