A Winner through and through.

So he strides forth, ready to meet up with the prosecutor he'd be working with on this case. As he approaches the other, the detective opens his mouth to speak—only for the other to beat him to the punch. Fulbright can't help but laugh in a sheepish manner, the prosecutor's attitude immediately putting him at ease.

"Haha, thanks! It's great to be back!"

Eustace Winner… Although he's never met the other before, Fulbright has certainly heard of him. Years ago, there was that whole fiasco with Eustace's father. Made the headlines for a bit, there. Good to see that, in spite of everything, the prosecutor seems to be following the path of justice!

Eustace's favorite thing to do is show off how nice the Prosecutor's Office's cafeteria is, so he does just that. It isn't exactly cheap, but they offer a lot of variety. It went through a huge upgrade from when he first started working.

"Heh heh heh, get whatever you want!" He insists, smiling as he shows Fulbright the menu.

"So, I heard you're this big-shot detective! I'm sure there's so much I can learn about investigating from you."

"Oh, I'd love that! And—and maybe I can help you come up with a really cool entrance!! And—and maybe after we have noodles you can come back to the Agency with me. I have a CD player and we can listen to Miss Quatlane a little if you want, unless you want to do something else."

"I like the way you think, Trucy!"

Before Eustace could say anything more, he finds himself first in line for Eldoon's Noodles. He and Trucy are actually the only ones there, maybe it's because Eldoon's noodle shop is so mobile?

A very cool business strategy, he thinks.

The proprietor smiles at them. "'Ello there Trucy-doll, and you, newcomer! What'cha having?"

"Four bowls of noodles, please! Uhm, and make it to go!" Eustace has no clue how many guardians Trucy has, but he ordered two extra just in case. Mr. Eldoon nods, getting right to their orders.

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Another little sigh slips from his lips. "Who doesn't that fit."

He sounds miserable as he says it.

Of course, Processor Courte is the main reason why.

"Possibly. As time goes on, the things the administrative staff swept under the rug would only grow more and more blatant." Klavier tilts his head in thought. "And the ones like Courte wouldn't have been as tied down by things like school politics. And with how prevalent Means was with his philosophy, a lot of graduates get off on the wrong foot."

Klavier turns more to study Eustace, brows drawing together with concern. He's not dwelled too much on his time at Themis, outside of listening to some of Professor Courte's grumblings over the years when they would keep in touch. But he is aware that in a lot of ways, he got it easy—being so young while attending did him no favors, just like Eustace.

"Yes... you're totally right. I guess I've never bought into Prof. Mean's philosophy. I've always stuck to my own ideals of what is right and wrong... because no one else can decide what kind of prosecutor I want to be."

Which were ideals, at some point, he learned from his dad. His influence was more important than any old teacher's. Prof. Courte and Prof. Means: neither of them mattered when he was living in his dad's world, when his word was law.

"You know... I don't think I've ever told you the full story about what happened after my dad got arrested," he begins, with his gaze turning to the floor.

Even now, his face grows hot and his palms grow sweaty at the thought of what happened to him all those years. It's an old source of shame. He doesn't like feeling it when he's come so far. Maybe he can... confide in someone for once. About the truth.

He looks back at Klavier, his smile wavering as tries to put on a brave face.

"My dad's good at making things disappear, you know? That was his whole thing. Making truth of out lies. Lies out of truths. My whole life was a lie, too, with how... how he..."

His eyes well up with emotion. "I tried to have a redo at Themis, but there was no evidence that my dad used his connections to..."

He couldn't even spell it out - what his dad had done - but it's obvious, isn't it?

"But I-I still redid my education. I retook the bar exam in secret. Mr. Edgeworth, he helped make it all happen, so I could finally say I deserve to wear this badge."

With a smug grin, he suddenly brandishes a gift behind his back. "Tah-dah!"

Inside the small box is a pair of silver stud earrings in the shape of music notes.

"Let me at give him a heads up, then." He pulls out his phone and sends a quick text off to his best friend (who responds with a That guy with the stick and won't stop bragging? Sure, whatever.). And it's as he reads over the reply that he realizes he should probably give some kind of warning about his friend to Eustace.

Eustace blinks at the warning, fiddling with his baton. "Oh... uh... I'm sure it'll be fine!"

After all, most people found him annoying and abrasive and kind of nuisance... but he's trying his best to change that. So, it'd be like encountering another version of himself and learning how to deal with that. Yeah!

He sucks in his breath, all smiles.

It's strange, coming across Eustace again after all this time. Klavier mostly refused to acknowledge some of the things he remembered from their shared years at Themis—not that Eustace himself was ever rude or unpleasant, but more…the pair of them, being so young in such a competitive school. Rumors always seemed to trail Eustace, and some of them had clung to Klavier in the same way. But Klavier had lost himself in music, in the afterschool conversations he'd had with Professor Courte and long talks with Daryan, and it was easy to pretend that his school days had been so good.

Too bad they hadn't ever been friends in school. Maybe, if Klavier had joined the traditional band the way Eustace had…

He blinks at the invitation to lunch, finding it to be a complete surprise. He's quiet for a moment as his mind whirls—he doesn't like turning down invitations if he can help it…

A soft gasp escapes his lips. "I get to meet your band?!"

Of course he's going to say yes! Eustace can't contain his excitement, gripping his baton as he gives himself a silent fist pump. It's official. He's part of the cool kids now.

It's like a dream come true - paling around with a fellow performer!

Without further ado, Eustace approaches Klavier with the energy of a pleased puppy dog.

Who's feeling like a rockstar now? Him!