the great deduction!

#𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐂𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - indie, private, low activity multimuse, featuring 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐒 of The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles.

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simplified rules below cut.

— Eli suddently forgets how to speak, forgets every word he's ever learned, and just stares for a few seconds. Yoichi not only wants to wear their merch, but is willing to do it right here and there.

"It's the second biggest size we have so it's still, um... loose-fitting on taller...." He can't help but stare some more, his red face entirely giving away his inner thoughts.

"It looks really hot. I mean it's good. You look good. It's great." A pause to mentally berate himself for being the world's biggest loser. "You like it? It's yours. On the house." If he gave away merch for free to any and all hot people they meet, they'd definitely go broke in just a month. But just this once, it's fine. Maybe.

— "You're a funny one, Mr. Leblanc - as a fellow confidence man, you intrigue me. Say, would a bet interest you? I bet I could get all my things back in just a week. If I lose, I'll hand you over, let's say... 500,000 dollars. If I win, you gotta come work for me." He already has a plan cooking up in his head of his - all well hidden by the sly smile he likes to wear.

— Genji almost has the urge to follow him. He knows he can't, and shouldn't. Yoichi has proven himself to be extremely skilled, but Genji can't help but worry about him time and time again. Is this how Hanzo felt when he saw his younger brother spend his time in bars, clubs, in arcades? A different kind of dangerous life, but perhaps just as dangerous. They might never know what will end up happening to the people they love if they continue walking down their paths. Whether it is something they chose, or it was chosen for them.

Genji wonders, if just for one moment, that maybe his stories of the JCC, being a ninja assassin has put a certain idea of this kind of life in the kid's head. His chest aches, as he watches Yoichi prepares to leave, possibly to never be seen again. His eyes sting, but the tears don't come.

"Be good, yes? Don't get into too much trouble." Perhaps there's a hint of a smile in his voice coming from behind the mask. It is perhaps barely visible in the squint of his eyes. "I have no doubt you will become the best of the best."

— Genji wakes up easily, just by hearing the door to his room open. Not that he was fast asleep, the constant pain he's in tends to keep him up every night. Not that he ever really minded the young boy's company. Genji felt a strange sort of kinship with him. Perhaps it is the fact that they're both unfortunate victims of this cruel world.

"And just why aren't you asleep?" His low, grumbled voice softens up quickly, however. Yoichi seems excited to learn about his story and what he's been through. Can't fault him. Being a ninja sounds pretty cool from the outside... he keeps hoping Youchi won't end up in his shoes later down the line. "Ugh, sure, why not. Have I told you about the time... my teammates and I messed up an assassination? Our target died, but we drew too much attention to ourselves. We arrived in Italy in the dead of night... it should have been simple, but the enemy was expecting us. Soldiers and guards were everywhere."

Genji recounts the mission clear as day. It was just last year, but it feels like it was yesterday. By the time the story is over, Yoichi seems to have fallen asleep without Genji realizing. Once he does, he carefully shuffles out of the way to share some of his blanket's length with the young boy.