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@fidcliitas || liked.

uh-oh. franziska incoming. phoenix stiffens, bracing himself for the inevitable whip that is to come his way. he’s no glutton for punishment-- far from it, in fact, but he’s come to realize that making a fuss about it is just a way to get more pain than necessary. “h-hey... ms. von karma... how’s it g-going?” he is afraid.

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@constellatxon-wrxght || liked.

“what the ffff... hhheck. can i go one day without a weird universal collision?? please???” wright seems less surprised by the almost-identical man in front of him than he should be-- he only looks to be unamused. his shoulders are hunched as if he carries something heavy upon them, though there’s nothing of the sort to be seen.

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@peonypetaled || followed.

he’s lost in thought, sitting in a busy train station and watching the world go by. he’d been kid-sitting pearl an hour before, practicing reading with her and listening to her talk about her day. she’s been so brave lately-- the little viper girl powered through so much. likely more than he did... 

his attention is caught, however, when a girl sits down on the bench next to him. he gives her a glance and pauses-- she seems oddly familiar, but he can’t recall why. “...hey?”

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@devildefense || followed.

why is he here? why did he choose to visit this despicable man, even after all was said and done and his badge returned? perhaps it was a lack of closure-- a lack of understanding that brought him back. he simply can’t help but be drawn in, hm? how funny.

“mr. gavin.” his voice is devoid of readable tone, of a tell to how he’s feeling-- which is odd for a man who once wore his heart on his sleeve. “i’ve heard your execution date is coming up.” he doesn’t loom like he would in the past, though he is standing at his full height. he does appear unsettled, but... that’s a given.

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@perseverity || liked.

“hey. you need anything, or are you just here t’chill...?” as forward as ever, though there’s that lingering sound of something he’s not saying in his tone. “i’m fine either way, you’re a friend. just... watch out for trucy. she might be practicing a new trick today.”

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@tresforks​ || followed.

he pays for his train ticket, sitting himself in the first-class passenger car and idly drumming his fingers on his right leg. there are hardly any seats left-- the tall man figures the final person to get on the train would have to sit next to him. ah, that would be awkward. well, whatever happens, he must keep his wits about him. ambassador phoenix wright of japanifornia must always be on guard.

when the last person boards, though, phoenix is a bit surprised-- this boy can be no more than 14, and that’s a rather high estimate. he watches the child scan the car and sit down next to him. he provides a scrutinizing glance down his nose at angus.

“...so, we’re seatmates, it seems.”