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⠀⠀ 𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵.. ?
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mei.★ i miss my attorneys my interests fluctuating high and low pissing me off🥹💔
mei.★ i am uninspired currently. selfishly so. i genuinely know why, but i don’t feel comfortable airing my business and having it potentially labeled under “oh that's just silly unnecessary doubles anxiety”

She picks up the phone.

“ Mm.. Mister Edgeworth,
to what, do I owe the very
pleasure of your call? ”

“ You misunderstand me.
You’ll never get it, Phoenix. ”

Kris says averting her gaze.

“ You’re the one who brought
up seeing who I am - at least
have a decent defense if you
wish to bluff. You don’t know
me at all. ”
"I never needed your attention. I needed you put away before you hurt others. That was my only goal.

And that's a question for you to answer. Not me."

“ Did you, really? Or were you
playing me like a game of cards
calculating my every move—?
Taking advantage of my yearn
for the attention..? ”

She doesn’t believe it. Not that
anyone caring for her ever left
a lasting impression.

“ And who am I, really? ”

“ Did you, really? Or were you
playing me like a game of cards
calculating my every move—?
Taking advantage of my yearn
for the attention..? ”

She doesn’t believe it. Not that
anyone caring for her ever left
a lasting impression.

“ And who am I, really? ”
". . . I did care about you. Once."

He huffed, stuffing his hand into his pocket.

"Before I learned who you really were. You're nothing to me now."

“ With that. . .filthy heart of
yours. All caring, too caring.
Never for me. You never- ”

.. Those aching chains wrap
around her heart like a snake
and hold her there. She can’t
elaborate.

“ Nevermind, not that you’d
ever listen to this; you will not
hear my soul like this. . ”

“ With that. . .filthy heart of
yours. All caring, too caring.
Never for me. You never- ”

.. Those aching chains wrap
around her heart like a snake
and hold her there. She can’t
elaborate.

“ Nevermind, not that you’d
ever listen to this; you will not
hear my soul like this. . ”
"You ruined my life and hurt those I hold close. How am I supposed to love you after that?"

Oh. Don’t let him see that
weakness you keep inside,
just wear your smile ——
he can’t break you, Kris.

“ You really hate me, don’t
you, Wright? ”

Oh. Don’t let him see that
weakness you keep inside,
just wear your smile ——
he can’t break you, Kris.

“ You really hate me, don’t
you, Wright? ”
"Maybe. Maybe not. But that's the difference between you and me, Kris. People don't tend to leave when they care about you. And people don't care if you spend your whole life treating them like pawns. But what do I know? I'm just some washed up attorney, right?
At least I'm not the one behind bars."

. . that makes her go quiet.
Curse her to ever think any
other would be different. All
men were the same, it seems.

“ . . Of course.. though -

You can’t save everyone, in
the end - they too will leave,
as everyone else has. Fated..
for disaster. Self destructing. ”
why did i just notice the typo,, it’s supposed to say ‘say’ not day**

. . that makes her go quiet.
Curse her to ever think any
other would be different. All
men were the same, it seems.

“ . . Of course.. though -

You can’t save everyone, in
the end - they too will leave,
as everyone else has. Fated..
for disaster. Self destructing. ”
He scoffed.

"That maybe would've hurt seven years ago. But I have people behind me. A support system that refuses to leave despite my best efforts. What do you have? Even your snot nosed brother wants nothing to do with you.

You're nothing to me, Kris."

“ When did I ever day I was
trying to be lovable, or alive?
I wasn’t the one who lost his
job for seven years. ”

Kris looks at her nails. Hm..

“ Empty, unwanted. Deluded.
Lost, forgotten. Unnecessary. ”

“ When did I ever day I was
trying to be lovable, or alive?
I wasn’t the one who lost his
job for seven years. ”

Kris looks at her nails. Hm..

“ Empty, unwanted. Deluded.
Lost, forgotten. Unnecessary. ”
"Pathetic."

He crossed his arms.

"Unlovable, desperate, wallowing, rotting. Honestly, Kris. You make this too easy for me."

“ Wonderful, he listens. ”

It comes out in a soft hiss.
She’s still proceeding to toy
with him. It’s fun, she lies.

“ Forgery, deceit. Love.
Paranoia ... obsession. ”

“ Wonderful, he listens. ”

It comes out in a soft hiss.
She’s still proceeding to toy
with him. It’s fun, she lies.

“ Forgery, deceit. Love.
Paranoia ... obsession. ”
"Just like poison? Or murder? How about bludgeoning, hm?"

“ It’s just a word, isn’t it?
So is trust, so is betrayal.
What of words? ”

“ It’s just a word, isn’t it?
So is trust, so is betrayal.
What of words? ”
"Don't call me that."

“ Perhaps you needed to
retake the bar exam; if that
is your thinking, dear. ”

“ Perhaps you needed to
retake the bar exam; if that
is your thinking, dear. ”

what happened; in detail, if
you will? I am simply trying
to catch onto everything for
a dear friend of mine has a
struggle in mourning at the
current moment. ”

Kristine says with a pout on
her face. So she weaves her
web very carefully.

“ A very likely story. Hm..
Though, it’s one likely to be
disproven or unbelievable to
the prosecutor in charge —
she is only a rookie, in any
case. However, she is very
well-versed in law. ”

Kristine utters with a shake
of her head, flicking her hair.

“ Do you think you could-
tell me

Lang scoffs.

Did he do it - was she crazy?
Of course not, he goes rigid,
tense expression watching in
annoyance. She is so.. damn
pretentious, he thinks.

“ I didn’t do it. My gun went
missing right before she died
and I- I didn’t know where- ”

He’s cut off by a laugh.

( 🐺 storyline starter for
@amicusrufimilitis.bsky.social . )

Kristine’s fingers loop around
the tight curl in her hair, and
softly they twist and twirl and
curl further as she speaks to
the bailiff &. enters the room
where her client sits across
from her. She drops her nice,
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or cook dinner, or view some
stupid romantic movie. . ”

She asks, almost desperately
hoping he’ll say yes. She has
to keep him overnight, just a
night to observe and admire.

“ We don’t have to discuss..
anything outside of our time. ”

She utters in equal softness,
her fingers trace patterns of
aimless nature into the back
of his hand for a moment. It
hurts, aching deep within. A
sharper pang, silently does
she wallow in the delusion.

Before it fades.

“ Might you spare a moment
of time for me tonight, hmm?
We could dance,