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Alright Attorney Archived

“Happy Days” w/ @cosmicxcauldron

He was tired. Studying all day in class, from one half of campus to the other. His grades were doing good, his reputation as one of the hardest working students there was well known among his peers. He crammed for every test, studied day and night, and worked off his loans weekly through the schools work program.

He was working the local diner at a late night shift, cleaning, busing and taking orders all while studying for law at the same time. If he wasn’t working he had a book in hand– heck he’d take orders while holding his book or working on homework. Writing papers and taking notes. In short Apollo Justice was an over achiever but he was a man with a dream. He’d see it through and nothing would stop him.

Except maybe the man seated at the booth across the diner. The bright cobalt blue suit, the jet black spiked hair, face buried in the menu deciding what to order. Apollo was stopped cold in his tracks.

No. Way. Was that… was it really..?

Phoenix Wright?

Phoenix knew Maya was rather busy with her training. But apparently she’d manage to snag a weekend to visit. However, she insisted on meeting him here, so all he could really do is sit at the booth calmly and wait. So he’d scan the menu for their cheapest meal hard while he waited for the spirit medium in training.

“Maya’s definitely going for the biggest burger so…. Urg…. you’d think this job would pay more…” he muttered to himself, scratching his head and staring at this darn menu. His poor wallet will be sobbing, he just has that feeling.

Ah…. was he being stared at?

No way no way no way no way NO WAY–!!

Was it really him, was this really happenin? And this place of all places and now of all times what were the chances it had to be something cosmic right? He might have to start believing in a higher power if this sorta luck kept up!

He wanted to talk to him and ask him so many things and get his honest advice about so much and just spend time with this man but… Well for Apollo to jump in there unannounced would be rude right? He couldnt just go up like some geeky fan boy– All this aside, Phoenix Wright was here and Apollo was the only server.

He just had to start like he always did.  Hi I’m Apollo and I’ll be your server tonight. Easy.

The words cycled through his mind over and over and over. Just do the job and everything would take its place. Everything would be fine.

Engage the customer, “Hi–”

Introduce yourself. “I’m A-Apollo Justice–”

And designate your role, “And I’m studying law–”

Perfe–…wait..shit.

“I-I-I’ll be your server tonight–!!”  

Nailed it.

When his waiter started talking, he perked up, and looked at the young man, because that’s common courtesy. He wondered if this was like his first week or something; he sounded nervous.

But then the boy said something funny.

“You’re studying law, huh? I guess you had to, with a last name like Justice.” he chuckles. “That or a detective, I suppose.” and he shakes his head. “Funny coincidence, I’m a defense attorney.” He loved the excuse to show off his badge (he did so without the excuse, so having one was the best), so with a smile, he flashes his badge to the youngster.

“Well if it’s alright I’d like a coffee, and if you have some creamers and sugar that’d be appreciated. I’m waiting for someone so I hope you don’t mind if you wait a bit before I give you my order.”

And he paused, before giving a more cheeky grin.

“And the name’s Phoenix Wright, maaaaybe you heard about me?~” He teased. No one ever has, so he’s expecting that quick shut down, but damn if it wasn’t fun to dream.

Here he was, the man he’d been a fan of for a while now, and working to catch up with, not to mention the whole reason he was in law school at all! And with  that sort of comment he was glad, he was destined for law one way or another– his idol thought so it had to be true.

And the badge– wow he was getting to see phoenix wrights badge he was in awe, trying so desperately not to get starry eyed and simply staring on in silence. If he spoke for sure he’d say something embarrassing like asking to hold it or something silly– that seemed a bit to extreme anyhow– he’d have his own soon enough.

He was doing well to not mess up and made note of the others order and would wait, would get him his coffee and–

“…Yeah.. I have..” he stared at the other really simply like it was just obvious. Which led to a bit of an awkward pause between them. To which instead of addressing that elephant turned and walked off to get the man his coffee his face burning up as he escaped to recollect his cool.

Yeah here it comes here comes the ‘that’s a stupid name for a person’ comment. Oh, oh! It could be ‘phoenix who?’ Anything c’mon hit him with it–

“….Yeah.. I have”

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Phoenix.exe has crashed.

‘What do you mean you’ve heard of me what do you mean by that what who what who what what who what?!?!?!’

Was he really becoming that famous? Was he that big a deal? No one ever paid him much mind ever… sure Franziska and Godot knew of him but they had their reasons to know him! So why did this kid….. Know him….?

Before he could ask, however, he ran off.

But the happiness that swelled in Phoenix’s chest knew no bounds.

All he could think to do, however, is hide his face in the table, and so his head slammed down.

‘Someone knows me!! Finally!! Someone…. Actually…. Recognizes me… as an attorney… ’

This wasn’t ever actually about the fame, but it’s a lot better than being stepped on, that’s for sure.

“….shit…”

He’d actually gone and said that– to his face! Apollo was dying as he got the coffee. Distracted by his embaressing fan boy confession, mild as it was, he nearly spilled the cup.

And now worst of all he had to go back to the table– to give him his coffee… maybe he could get someone else to do it??? ah but it wasn’t a busy night.. and he was the only server. Maybe he could escape on the basis that he had to help other customers but.. they were all either waiting on food or happily eating already.. it wasn’t that busy.. on a handful of people.. 70% of the place was empty seats..

“ok ok come on you can do this, you’re fine– i’m apollo justice and i’m fine!” he psyched himself up in the kitchen getting a side look from another staff but they were used to his going ons by now.

With a deep breath he went back to the floor and brought the coffee and creamers over. When in doubt return to the default!

“Coffee, creamers, sugar– if you need anything just holler–”

Good now turn and leave and run away back to the kitchen never to be seen again–

‘Aaaaaah…. Someone actually knows me…!’ He couldn’t help but squeal internally. It’s embarrassing but someone actually likes him, and it’s truly a welcome change of pace.

This kid said he was studying law. Was he gonna be a defense attorney? Gosh wouldn’t it be incredible if it was because of him? Would this kid want anything to do with him? Was there anything he could offer Apollo?

What to say when he gets back???

He picks his head up and looks at the menu again, though he’s still lost in his thoughts.

And when his waiter comes back, Phoenix kinda reaches out, but stops short of grabbing his arm before he can run away.

“Ah, Thank you uh–…. Justice….. Um…. what….what are you planning to do with your law degree….?”

Is it fair to ask? Is it right?

“C-Cuz… If you uh…. Need…. Anything….. You uh…. Um…-” his leg is shaking under the table and thank god the kid couldn’t see that.

Well running away had almost worked.

Caught up by the sound of his hero’s voice calling his name, Apollo froze in his tracks. Run away and not listen? When he was being talked to by *the phoenix wright*?? unlikely.

Out of habit he idly rubbed his wrist, the bracelet he commonly wore, replaced with a watch for the evening as he wasn’t actually allowed to wear it at work. Uniform was different than his usual attire too, his lively red swapped out for a white dress shirt and black dress pants. A simple black apron tied around his waist for carrying pencils and his small note book for taking orders. All of this just meant he wasn’t at his best, were he fully prepared he’d be more of a presence to show Mr. Wright.

He wanted to live up to the others legacy, follow in his path and show him, show him first hand. But to meet early like this and now when he was just a meager student and working late into the night at a dingy diner…. And now asked directly about his studies– Remain calm just remain calm– you’re fine–

“…I’m studying to be a defense attorney,” He replied his voice feeling a bit shaky, “I want to be able to help people–”

One question down, the other– caught on a loop on his mind.

If he.. needed anything?

Was… was phoenix.. offering to help him?

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