𝐓͟𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 〢 𝚇𝚅.̲

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”

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She picks up the phone.

“ Mm.. Mister Edgeworth,
to what, do I owe the very
pleasure of your call? ”
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“ 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. ”
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“ 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? ”
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She would answer if he did
decide to do that. Eagerly.
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“ 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. . ”
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Are her ears burning?
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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? ”
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why did i just notice the typo,, it’s supposed to say ‘say’ not day**

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. . 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. ”
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mei.★ smiles normally

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“ 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. ”
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“ 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. ”
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“ It’s just a word, isn’t it?
So is trust, so is betrayal.
What of words? ”
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“ Perhaps you needed to
retake the bar exam; if that
is your thinking, dear. ”
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“ I am simply existing,
Wright. Is that a crime? ”
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“ You flatter me, do I
scare you that much? ”
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“ Oh, I love you too,
Wright. ~ ”
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Amusing.
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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.
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“ 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
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izzy!!.

strip of bacon wearing a neck napkin 💀

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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. ”
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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,
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Mmm. That’s what she was
waiting for, his soft hands -
so close, like she were that
prize he had been after all
along. For a moment, she’s
free in her illusion. That it
was a pure relationship, it’s
not that simple. She takes
his hand a moment later, a
kiss to his palm.

“ Thank you, dear. ”
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think me odd, or would you
want me even more? Purely
hypothetically, of course. ”

She asks quietly while legs
switch to cross in the very
opposite direction. He looks
down at the chess board.

“ Make-up is a thing I adore
most ardently. ”
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and leans back in her chair;
well, they could always skip
chess.. Kristine’s hobbies
also fell into testing things, a
handful of which fell into the
taste of wine, or the sting of
poison. Though, it never had
worked.. yet. She hums.

“ Hm. If I told you I collect
nail polish, would you
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once imagined their lives in
one, together. Like lovers, or
rivals, or something between
that. She thought the idea of
someone like him loving her
would be a product of magic.

It made her heart race.

“ Of course. A man after my
own heart, I think. ” A tease.

She twirls her hair a bit more
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Perhaps Kristine was too
forward with Miles — but
something about him had ..
intrigued her. It made ideas
spin in her head, the beauty
of man right in front of her.
Still, even if she hadn’t been
intentional now; she might
have went after him before,
too. He was beautiful, and-
admittedly-she
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