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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.
⠀

⠀
🎭

“ Agent Shih-na? Oh, yes!
You! Hello, did you need a
favor? I heard about Lang,
really odd turn of events -
glad you got out of that! ”

He says, sincerely. He has
no idea. He’s the one who
vouched for her showing
of good behavior, after all.

“ I can’t imagine what you
feel right now. ”
⠀

⠀
I’m meant to be looking after,
if that’s okay with you- ”
⠀

⠀
“ Guards? No no, you don’t
have to do that - they are uh
aware that I’m here. Don’t —
don’t worry about it. ”

Fulbright wears a smile, big
and bright. It wasn’t a lie, in
all honesty - he wanted to
check in on Simon. Worry in
bloom through his chest.

“ I like to get to know those
⠀

⠀
He wipes at watery eyes, a
half-ditched effort to make
himself a believable case-!
Well, he was overly emotive
and that wasn’t ever gonna
change, he’s sensitive!

“ It’s still important to check
in on you, yeah!? That’s right!
In justice we trust! ”
⠀

⠀
🎭

Bobby sniffles, and despite
the noise, he looks at him.
His care! What about that -
what made him seem like a
lost puppy - was it his face?

“ Prosecutor Blackquill, I -
I wanted to make sure that
everything was in order for
you. You’re still my personal
responsibility, y’know? ”
⠀

⠀
and entering his bedroom.
It was dark, and frankly it’s
kinda still nice than his own
apartment! Bigger too. Huh.

“ Mr. Edgeworth. I’m here
now, oh- oh no, hey- ”

Gumshoe kneels on the floor,
looking at Miles, he was tall
enough to do it without any
awkwardness.

“ Ya wanna talk? ”
⠀

⠀
Gumshoe heads into the
space, it’s kinda uncomfy
to enter when Edgeworth
isn’t — well, he said you
could, detective! He tries
to close the door slowly,
in a careful effort not to
make too much noise.

“ Okay, I’m coming in. ”

He says into his phone a
moment before tucking it
into his pocket
⠀

⠀
“ Ohhhhh, yeah! I get that.
Sometimes there’s evidence
that’s really heavy — messes
with my back real bad, pal- ”

Too bad he can’t afford the
insurance to help with it.

“ You guys got some kind of
health insurance? ”
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“ Understood. ”

He states quietly. His hands
shake slightly as he starts the
old thing, and heads towards
Miles’s home. He hadn’t been
here since he dropped Miles
off the other day. It’s warm -
especially for November.

He near drops his phone.

“ I’m on my way in. I’ll stay
on the phone. ”
⠀

⠀
“ Of course. I’ll be there in
a short minute. Don’t worry,
pal-! I got you. . If you want
I can tell you about how the
investigation is going. ”

Gumshoe states carefully,
leaving to drive over there.
The sound of a car door in
the process of opening.

“ Sorry, I’ll be by soon. ”
⠀

⠀
Gumshoe salutes carefully,
and shakes his head. Geez-
how is she staying up like
this? Under the influence?

“ Can I get you some water,
sir? Would that help? I uhm..
don’t wanna leave you all by
yourself, pal. I can help with
whatever you need. ”

He means it!
⠀

⠀
🗝️

Gumshoe picks up the phone
almost instantly, &. trips over
his words answering.

“ M- Mister Edgeworth? ”

Ahem.

“ Are you feeling okay? It’s
been radio silence the past
few days, I’ve been trying to
help Prosecutor Mia with the
investigation and- ”

He’s rambling.
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“ What. . 🥹 ”
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mei.★ proper replies are coming soon. i have them set up i just gotta write em out

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“Hey, pal! Not much. What
are you up to? Suspicious
you’re posed like that-”
⠀

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< worried about Miles, the
detective might try to stop
by and check on him. Or -
text him, call him? Not sure.
⠀

⠀
He hisses quietly. He’s hiding
something, but murder isn’t -
it isn’t it. He isn’t a murderer.

“ Mr. Prosecutor. I think you
gotta use that logic you like
so much. ‘Cause something
ain’t adding up. ”

He states calmly.
⠀

⠀
own went missing recently. I
only found it the other day -
when sis died. I - don’t even
understand what happened
either. One minute I’m getting
out of the elevator, the next-

. . . I’m being arrested with
my missing gun occupying
the space in my hands. And-
Franziska is dead. ”

Lang. .
⠀

⠀
It only gives him more cause
to see her, more “excuses” or
what have you. More motive.
Would it make Miles feel any
better for Lang to give a false
confession? Lang doubts it.

“ I didn’t even. .The gun that
was registered to my name -
that I am legally allowed to
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⠀
office have security cameras
or something? ‘nd if I had not
been in the area, I would’ve
told her no. Franziska is who
shot me a text first, yeah? ”

He answers with a grimace in
his expression. Not that it has
made a difference, Franziska
texting him first — it doesn’t
clear him, yet.
⠀

⠀
Lang scoffs. He didn’t expect
any different, not from Miles
Edgeworth of all people. He’d
expected more anger. It only
shines in the spite latched in
his tone. Miles spits fire, and
it burns cold. He crosses his
arms, and stares with a half -
hearted laugh.

“ . . Seriously? Doesn’t that
⠀

⠀
that’s not important at the
moment. He takes a deep
breath &. removes his coat
from his shoulders to place
over hers. At least she —
would be warm, if she isn’t
going home. He’s trying to
worry less, but-

“ I can drive you home, sir,
if you need me to. Not safe
when you’re drinking. . ”
⠀

⠀
Champagne? On the job,
geez. He never knew Mia
Fey to . . . well, she’s her
own person. It doesn’t —
can’t quell that worrying
that builds in his chest. A
sharp inhale, he frowns.

“ Pal - I’m not. . Diego?
Mr. Armando - he isn’t
here. He’s um. . ”

Gumshoe shakes his head,
⠀

⠀
He trails off, eyes peeking
toward the prosecutor. He
wonders if it would even be
worth it to talk. Everyone’s
already branding him as is-

“ I dunno what you heard,
what you think you saw —
I didn’t kill her. ”

It drops casually, but still,
there is an ounce of some
kind of generosity there.
⠀