#thewrightstuff

   He sits before the gift basket, placed reverently upon his marble countertop, for a long while. First wondering how Trucy ( perhaps with her father in tow, perhaps not ) managed to break into his apartment, then reflecting on the dedication it must have taken for a child to seek out limited addition Steel Samurai themed candy, then, of course...the D-Word.

   He holds the little teddy bears, one in each palm. Their costumes are nice. Good craftsmanship. They look like they’d be at home on stage together. He recalls a night-time memory, back in his early 20′s, when he’d won Phoenix a cheap Blue Badger plush at a carnival. Is that where his daughter got the idea? It had been something of a joke back then, but knowing that another person was going to keep a small symbol of you, a reminder, well...

   She must have wanted him to never forget her. As though he could, even if he tried.

   He poses the bears so that their paws are touching, then snaps a picture, and sends it to her.

[ text: Trucy Wright ]

> Thank you, Trucy

> This is a very, very nice gift. You must have worked hard on it

> Please do not break into my home unless absolutely necessary

...

Apollo took a deep, shaky breath, trying not to sound nearly as distraught as he felt. The sudden decision to call was... impulsive to say the least, he wasn’t sure what to say.  “Oh, u-um...” He swallowed, he hadn’t been this nervous with his boss since Trucy’s arrest. “Not-not particularly. It’s only 9:30. You... you’re not, um, busy? Are you?” 

A small part of him hopes that he is, so he doesn’t have to deal with having this conversation. On the other hand, it’ll eat and eat away at him until he can confirm Klavier’s suspicions... or, hopefully, deny them.... He couldn’t-- he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until he had answers. He really believed that Mr. Wright wouldn’t hurt him like that. If it were true, then certainly, he... they wouldn’t wait until he was gone, off to another country, and couldn’t be with his family, wouldn’t have to choose his family. 

Ever since the new Chief Prosecutor officially entered the office, the work just never seemed to end in the Prosecutor’s Office. At least that was what Prosecutor Gavin thought. But maybe it was because he was a little excited about the change. His life had had enough seven years worth of changes in a span of a few months, so he hoped this one for the best.

Whatever it was for, however, Klavier would find out in due time… starting now, seeing as he was on his way to Chief Prosecutor’s office for work related purposes. When he was already at the door and about to knock, he noticed that it wasn’t fully closed. He didn’t yet know his new both well enough to make assumptions… So, he knocked anyway and opened the door right after, peeking inside.

The courthouse was not the first place that usually came to mind in regards to handing out case files, yet that’s where Tarokki stood, more precisely in the lobby, folder in hand and waiting for the detective to exit the courtroom to retrieve said file. 

Maya Fey loved Halloween. Despite being 30 years old, she adored everything related to Halloween. Growing up in Kurain Village, she hadn’t had the opportunity to learn about the holiday as a child. In fact, she didn’t even know about Halloween until her sister moved to the city to become a lawyer. 

During her time as Phoenix’s assistant, she always insisted on decorating the office with weird and scary decor. She always dressed up. It was just a given. 

Ever since she moved back to Kurain permanently, things had gotten dull. This was her chance to spice things up. Costume shopping would be the perfect opportunity. Of course, Halloween was coming up soon, so the pickings were bound to be slim.

          eyes   flicker   upward   at   the   opening   of   his   office   door,   eyebrow   raising   just   slightly   when   he   saw   who   it   was   that   suddenly   approached.   placing   the   papers   down,   edgeworth   will   fixate   the   defense   with   a   stern   gaze,   one   with   just   a   flicker   of   curiosity   that   sparks   behind.  

          ❝   wright.   ❞   more   a   statement   then   greeting,   he   straightens.  

[TEXT: Mr. Alguy]: Do you remember the medicine that I took in high school for my teeth?

Apollo normally didn't like to text at work, but he was left alone for the time being, and it was just so hard to focus on paperwork when his mouth was hurting. It was probably about the third time this week this had happened, but Apollo was able to push through and ignore it. He was pretty sure Trucy noticed something was up, given the way she looked at him, but she hadn't said anything. At least not to him.

The attorney winced, digging the palm of his hand into the far back corner of his jaw. A low grumble of pain escaped him as he closed his eyes, trying to will it away, trying to reach back to the offending spot with his tongue, but he couldn't reach it. He glanced back to his phone again, hoping to find an answer from his foster father, but... nothing. Apollo sighed, closing his phone, and went back to his attempts to willing his pain away...