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[mightiswright]

"You've reached the Wright guy. Leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Maybe."

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[glassinine]

I will not forgive you for this, Wright

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[mightiswright]

One day you'll look back on this and laugh

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[glassinine]

You seem to have forgotten with whom you are speaking.

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[mightiswright]

My point exactly

I saw an opportunity to help you get along with your housemate

and took it

backdated to the 03/22

[chiefdefense]

Phoenix, you would tell me if you had fallen head first into a river at any point in your history, wouldn't you?

[mightiswright]

[ he knows exactly who's to blame for this. ]

That's an oddly specific question.

[chiefdefense]

With an oddly evasive answer.

When?

[voice]

[glassinine]

[Ring, ring, ring.]

[voice]

[mightiswright]

Hello?

[voice]

[glassinine]

Good day, Wright. I was wondering if I might be able to beg a bit of help from you.

voice; backdated a little, casually busybodys

[handwringing]

[Ring ring!

Elsa debated calling him a little while after Trucy's post before finally going ahead. She's not sure he'll pick up, but it's worth a try, right?]

[mightiswright]

[ He picks up! ]

Wright.

[handwringing]

[Great!

She completely forgets what she was going to say for a second, but after some hesitation, she responds.]

Mr. Wright? This is Elsa. We met, a few weeks ago? In Nonah. Do you remember?

[call; some time after Trucy's post on the network]

[yatagarasu]

[Your phone's ringing, Mr. Wright.

After hearing about Phoenix's arrest, Kay decided to talk to the man himself...and maybe cheer him up. Jail could never get someone like Kay down for too long.]

[mightiswright]

[ Man, a guy gets thrown in jail and suddenly his phone is ringing off the hook. ]

Hello?

[yatagarasu]

Mr. Wright? This is Kay.

I heard what happened from Trucy. I wouldn't be surprised if whoever's doing this is now targeting people who are investigating the string of crimes.

6/6, in the evening

[beenwaitinglong]

[He's actually kind of relieved when it hits the voicemail. He'd rather leave a message anyway.]

Ha...! Now when we decided you'd be investigating, I thought we said you were going to be discreet.

I'm assuming one of your dozen or so attorney friends will be jumping at the bit to defend you. You won't need public defense. Though-

[A longer pause this time.]

You have my number if someone needs it.

Keep your nose clean in there, Wright.

[Quickly, before it sinks in that he did not, in fact, say "Trite," he hangs up.

not that he cares you're in prison or anything.]

[mightiswright]

[ He's going to treasure this voicemail for ever and ever and ever, and never delete it.

No but actually, Phoenix is a little touched, and there's an amused smile on his face after he finishes listening to the voicemail. He'll fire off a text though. ]

10-4, boss.

[beenwaitinglong]

[ Well YOU BETTER because YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANOTHER ONE every time you get your STUPID ASS ARRESTED, TWright.]

Mia's already on the case.

6/23

[everylittlething]

[Oh good it went to voicemail.]

Hi Daddy! Just wanted to let you know I'm going to meet a friend this afternoon. We're going to go play basketball at the youth center.

See you at dinnertime. Love you!

[Oh good, and there won't be any more questions...]

text; Backdated to shortly before the summer camp

[attainment]

Mr. Wright,

We haven't met, but my name is Barnaby Brooks Jr., a registered imPort who lives in Heropa. Recently, I contacted Miles Edgeworth regarding the creation of a fund to assist those who would rather not register. He told me to direct any further questions to you for the time being.

I'm free to talk either around lunchtime or in the evenings. What works best for you?

Thank you very much.

[mightiswright]

[ Dammit Edgeworth. His absence means that Phoenix is going to have to actually buckle down and be the responsible one. Which means that he actually responds pretty promptly to Barnaby's message instead of letting it sit in his inbox for an arbitrary amount of time. ]

You can give me a call at my office at the Public Defender's Office around noon tomorrow. The extension is 176.

[ The good thing about your boss being out of the office is that you get to decide your own hours, including lunch and many breaks. And he's decided that it'll be whenever Barnaby calls. ]

text --> audio;

[attainment]

[Sorry, Wright. Except not.]

Thank you. I look forward to speaking with you.

[...As it turns out, he calls at precisely noon the next day, punctual as always. Ring ring!]

Postcard - Week of July 18th

[everylittlething]

Hi Daddy!

I'm having so much fun at camp! Thanks for letting me go! It's really neat being out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of other kids (the cabins aren't co-ed, Daddy, calm down...) and there's lots of sports for us to do. Of course, it's not as good as the times we've gone camping with just the two of us. Nobody grills up a can of beans like my dad. :)

I hope work's keeping you busy so you don't get too sad while I'm gone. Remember, it's just a week! I'll be back before you know it. I'm bringing you a souvenir, too. I'm a little too big for macaroni drawings now, but I made something else pretty cool in arts and crafts.

Love you, Daddy!

Trucy ◊

[mightiswright]

[ After this past week with Edgeworth and Godot and being busy with the imPort fund and the future Fey & Wright & Co., he's missed her cheeriness around the house. Coming home to a postcard brings a smile to his face (most notably at the part about co-ed cabins).

Sticking this on the fridge with a Queen of Hearts poker card magnet! ]