#tbt ( ft. hyuk & suki || black knight verse )

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# for Jae-Hwan? :3c

the paper crane’s contact list ( ft. cell phone headcanons w/ @jeoseungsaja )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 임재환 ( jae-hwan!! 🍲 )

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: this one! again, keeping with the great a*ce a*ttorney ost theme- but also something that's a little lighter if that makes any sense!!

- my muse’s last text to your muse: “wanna get boba?” “lee isn’t going to be leaving the office for the next three hours” “I’ve tested ten different hypotheses on what’ll get him to move from his chair” “none of them worked :/“ “plssss it’ll be fun!! i’ll pay too!!”

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Don't mind that Hyuk-jae or taiyang, or anyone else, in this house, we root for jae-hwan...

anon, what about inspector im you say??

 “Inspector Im ( @jeoseungsaja )?” Well it makes sense, doesn’t it? There’s something about them that draws people in. Makes them feel calmer and more grounded than when they first came in. All in all, despite being in an occupation that asks for a critical eye, an iron fist, and even skepticism of the human, he still manages to radiate…warmth? Sincerity?  Either way, of course they’d be popular. 

It makes her wonder a lot sometimes why he keeps coming back to Lee’s shoebox office, then. They don’t get anything out of it, bringing the boss food or treating his wounds. Lee knows this: it’s probably why he’s so sharp with Inspector Im.

Maybe it pushes his buttons, pouring salt into an open wound. But another part, it’s almost cyclical, the way Inspector Im and Detective Lee go back and forth, push and pull in a dialogue of sharp edges against rounded corners. If Inspector Im keeps worrying about Detective Lee, then Detective Lee reminds them that they get nothing for their concern. Nothing of worth in his eyes. 

Lucky for him ( and her ) Inspector Im doesn’t care. Or maybe they do and see something of worth out of this, helping outliers like Lee.

And her too. 

Which is why she furrows her brow- not necessarily at the fact that Inspector Im is popular and therefore well-liked, but rather…

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The words fall out of her mouth innocent and yet somehow, there’s something SOUR in there too. “If you have time to bother him, why don’t you do something more productive with your time?”

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@rippleofwords sent in: talk about hyuk || the paper machine's gossip session ( ft. talk about meme )

send “talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

embers verse:

“…He reminds me of my old colleagues.” Not that he’s actually heard her talk about them, save for, maybe Edgeworth. It’s okay- he doesn’t really talk much about his colleagues back in Seoul anyways. Maybe she wants to keep it that way since well, even if the corruption is weeded out of the LAPD, they’ll never be able to go back to the way things were before. Detective Lee ( @jeoseungsaja ) might be able to do in Seoul, but not hers. Deft fingers press along the fold. “They have a better sense of humor than he does, but he has a similar drive.” The exacting drive demanding nothing more and nothing less than the truth. The recklessness and sheer force to get the desired results. The hardheadedness. She sees them all in Detective Lee, the ghost of friends long gone, never to return…or maybe their spirit, the true nature of the LAPD,  is simply being passed down from one generation to the next. Either way, she makes another fold. This one is going to be a pigeon. “Is he done with questioning Mister Trevor?” That’s the parrot the court is bringing in as a witness for next week’s trial. “He said he had more PAPER for me!”

black knight verse:

 “I deserve a pay raise.” Not that her current salary is terrible- actually, it might be more affordable, living in Seoul rather than in LA. At the very least, she doesn’t need to give up half of her paycheck to cover rent…although then again, it can’t be traditional, living in her current boss’s apartment. One may say it’s even unprofessional…and she might agree if not for the fact that he’s hardly ever in there to begin with. The couch in the office is his actual bed these days. “No one told me I was going to have two jobs while I was here- he needs to find something to do outside of his job. At the rate he’s going, I’ll surprised if he makes it to the end of the year-“ Not that, mind you, she’s going to let him deteriorate to that point. Jae Hwan won’t let that happen either, but it doesn’t change that Lee is barreling in that direction and there’s so much either of them can do to slow his descent. And the quickest way to do that is get to the bottom of the case- if only pleasing him was as simple as pleasing the Pigeon Man…all that guy needs is a bag of seeds and the pigeons. Nevertheless, her eyes soften as she sets her folded report on the desk. “…It’s not like the truth is going to change anything.” But he’s going to go for it anyways, won’t he? Find out the full story or die trying. She doesn’t know the whole story behind this all-consuming desire, no one does and Lee isn’t planning on changing that but…

“I want answers.” Not only to figure out the irritating conundrum of the case, but also set Lee’s ghosts to rest. It’s hard to live one’s own life, when the ghosts of those beloved have not been properly buried.

She would know that BETTER than anyone else.  

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@jeoseungsaja sent in:

"Miss Nakamura! There you are," Jae-Hwan peeks in with a smile, fully entering Detective Lee's office that seems to be...quite empty, with exception of Suki's presence of course, "a little...grumpy hedgehog told me that today's your birthday, so, in honor of such a special day!" They leave two presents near Suki, one medium-sized and the other a smaller one. "This one's from me," they point at the medium-sized gift, where she'll find an oversized, knitted sweater inside the bag that's conveniently pink all around, "and that one is from Detective Lee. I don't know what it is, he just gave it to me so I could give it to you." It's a little box with a ribbon (that's neatly made; he hasn't lost his touch, it seems) and a bracelet inside. "BUT! Good news, he's going to join us for lunch today, his treat, can you believe it?" They smile. "Look at him, showing his soft heart. It is a special day, after all."

(aND ANOTHER ONE WIEDHIWDEH I HAD TO, PLS FEEL FREE TO IGNORE ANY OF THIS, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVELIEST ORIGAMI MACHINE, I ADORE HER AND I ADORE YOU!!!) || the paper machine’s birthday!! ( ft. unprompted. )

One of the good things about moving to Seoul ( even if it is only temporary ), is that for once, at least for this year, she can escape the ghosts of a past she can’t return to. A new city means no expectations. No memories to compare this year to. No nostalgia to cling to unlike in, years past.

( She remembers how her birthday celebrations went for the past two years- ALONE, with a single cupcake with a lit candle and if she’s lucky, a birthday text from a former co-worker or two who were probably on lunch break when they sent it. Not that she blames them. She was like that once. )

But this year, in this foreign country, in this city where both her Korean and Hangul still need work, it seems that for once, she won’t be alone for the occasion. Setting the watering can on the windowsill by the pot of lilies of the valley ( because Lee insists on keeping it alive and well, it’s kinda hard for him to do that all by himself if he’s almost always thinking about the case ), she holds her hands out only to find not one, but two boxes in her hands.

Jae-hwan, it doesn’t surprise her that he would remember, let alone take it upon themselves to find out, but Lee? Not that she doesn’t think he’s a bad boss ( or friend for that matter ), but well, considering that he barely remembers to sleep and eat, BIRTHDAYS would be the last thing on his mind.

Still.

A special day. A day for her with people who not only remembered but also want to celebrate it with her.

That hasn’t been the scenario for a very long time. Opening both presents in front of them, she slips the bracelet on before hugging the sweater tightly. They’ve both already done more than enough at this point.

“I want bungeoppang after lunch,” she announces, voice muffled by the sweater. She peeks up at Jaehwan. “They say it tastes better with friends.”