#bindingties

“Excuse me?” Klavier had a smile on his face, but his overall expression was confusion. He wasn’t sure what he was seeing. But it didn’t look very legal to him. 

It was a blessing that there weren’t too many drivers on the road at the time, and the pleasant weather definitely helped make the experience less daunting. Of course, too many was loosely subjective and only applied to the US. Back home, she would have been terrified by the number of cars surrounding her. Tarokki had gotten used to driving after so many years in the country, but she still had that mildly anxious feeling of being in a state of hypervigilance. The crime scene’s location made it difficult to avoid taking the car today, so, with the utmost care, the brunette drove her way to her first destination. Miss Misham’s office wasn’t too far, thankfully. And having a passenger would help ease her nerves on their way to the scene. With the car neatly parked, Tarokki rang the bell to the art conservationist’s studio, thinking about this morning’s brief exchange over the phone as she waited. With the detective busy for the day, the responsibility to go pick up the consultant for this case had fallen on Tarokki. There was suspected forgery, and the department had chosen to call on Vera Misham’s expertise. The brunette had promptly called the woman to discuss the details of the case and convene a time for the meet-up, which was now. 

     perhaps Sebastian’s question was out of line . asking the legend Miles Edgeworth for advice on such a trivial matter like Sebastian’s emotions ? unthinkable . unacceptable .   . . . but he answered anyway . 

     “ the pursuit of truth . . . “ Sebastian repeated in a whisper . that was what Sebastian wanted too . to uncover lies, to right wrongs . these desires were his main motivation for wanting to continue to pursue being a prosecutor . could these desires motivate him to keep going on top of that ?

@bindingties​ sent [ umbrella ] : a sudden downpour catches the coatless receiver off guard, and the sender helpfully offers some shelter. - accepting ! [Kay]

      he had not been paying attention to the looming dark clouds that had hovered in the sky all day . he supposed he had other things on his mind - his father had been sent to jail only a few days ago . perhaps the sudden downpour was a good thing - the freezing cold and awful feeling of being soaked was enough to occupy his thoughts .

     looking about in a haze, he desperately scanned the area for some way to escape the rain . for a while, nothing caught his eye, until he noticed a hand waving at him, someone fast approaching with an umbrella . instinctually meeting them halfway, he saw it was none other than Kay Faraday .

The strange sort of being with unnaturally long ears, glowing eyes and dressed in golden greaves and armor has been casting glances back your way... until suddenly they vanish, and then reappear, right in front of your face! They’re jabbing a finger into your face.

It takes both a hand half-covering his mouth and biting his lips for Bobby to keep from laughing. He clears his throat slightly.