I actually hate being sappy like I’ll say “I missed you today” then immediately drag them to diffuse the situation
“Where were you today? I missed u. Thought ya lil ugly ass went and joined the soul circus”
"I miss Larry. Where is Larry? Where is that sitcom character of a friend?"
Hey, buddy.
Didja miss me?
"LARRY! If it isn't my best bud, back like a bad cold!"
Heyyyyyy!!! S’that ANY way to talk to your long-lost pal?!?!
REALLY, NICK?!
When worlds collide
I'm not sure what this is but I found it mildly humorous when I first thought of it
"I miss Larry. Where is Larry? Where is that sitcom character of a friend?"
Hey, buddy.
Didja miss me?
//with all that’s going on, I think I need to take a hiatus for a bit.
This most definitely triggered my fight instinct... Just say the truuuuuuttthhh, I'm so done.
miles and nick were late so they may have ordered drinks without them but the rich lawyers are still paying
You must draw... The BUTZ
We do like one token cishet huh,,
⭐️reblogs r appreciated!!⭐️
The bubbling of the coffeemaker gives the room a kind of comforting ambient noise. Larry is grateful for the distraction, though he ultimately can’t say he’s surprised that Apollo isn’t a fan of the Steel Samurai.
Really? Heh! Your buddy has some good taste, though. Were you more of a “Jammin’ Ninja” kinda guy? You’ve got some pipes on you, so maybe you liked the more musical show!
Larry smiles again. One day, he vows, he’ll have a more open channel of communication with Apollo. He genuinely likes the kid and feels an almost fatherly connection stirring within his heart. Then again, Larry is the kind of man to fall in love with someone at the drop of a hat, simply because they did something nice for him.
Hey, what kinds of movies and stuff are you into? I was thinking maybe I’d get everybody over at my place for a pizza and movie night, ya know? A nice breather.
“ Sure, when I was a kid. But Mr. Edgeworth is,” Maybe it was too much to assume that someone as stuffy as Phoenix’s old friend was incapable of being secretly childish in some ways, but as a friend had mentioned to him once, no, he did not consider himself an armchair psychologist. “ Ah, never-mind…” He waves the thought away.It was not worth making the prosecutor’s ears burn in the middle of the day. Apollo’s evaluation of today is that he’s made somewhat of a nice, and closer friend, even if it meant pushing him away to a more manageable, less vulnerable distance for himself.
Both of their cups are poured while he speaks, sipping as soon as he’s got a hand open.“I’ll take just about anything but a sappy romance movie. Let me know when you’re hosting, I’d love to come.”
Nahhh, you can say it! I won’t tell him anything. Edgey’s a good guy, a geek, yeah, and he knows it! Never admit it, but it’s the truth!
Somewhere, Miles Edgeworth is probably hating his old friend for no apparent reason. Larry smiles blithely before taking a sip of the hot black coffee. He doesn’t care for much milk or sugar in his brew, and it’s excellent right out of the pot!
Eheheh. You don’t like romance, really? That’s my bread and butter! But I guess I can’t say I’m surprised. You’re a practical guy. I’m down for whatever you like! Except maybe car chase movies. Those stress me the hell out.
He chuckles. Larry eyes Apollo very warmly, wanting just the opposite: he doesn’t want to push Apollo away, and truly wants to get closer. He knows a lot of people thanks to his job, but he doesn’t really have a lot of close friends, except for Nick and Edgeworth.
This is good stuff, thanks.
Uh—
In his distress, Larry must have completely failed to notice the coffee maker not two feet away from him, and went totally old school in filling up the kettle instead. Wow. People always say that artists are the keenest observers, but that’s not the case with Larry, clearly. He watches, helpless, as Apollo sets up the coffee filters.
Heh heh! Not that I know of. He has smaller ones that he’ll take out and look at, but I’ve never seen him play with the big one. That was a gift from this crazy old security guard who had a crush on him.
Larry rolls his eyes, though he laughs in spite of himself.
Did I ever tell you that I was the Steel Samurai in the touring play? Heh! That was a lot of fun! We were big fans of a similar samurai show when we were little, the three of us, so I’m not surprised that he’s still into it.
Apollo’s not quite technologically educated outside of using the modern standard coffee maker- a kettle and a teapot are the same thing to him, and if you’d told him there was a way to make coffee outside of a pot and filter… Briefly his memory has to recount the times he’s heard about a crazy old bag, the one that liked to ramble endlessly and was his mentor’s bane during not one, but two cases, and a rumor of a third from around the prosecutor’s office. The pot bubbles without concern for the two of them, slowly filling the room with hot steam. “No, you didn’t- I think I remember Clay mentioning something about a play, but I tuned him out a lot when he’d start talking about that kid’s show.” The sugar bowl is set nearest to Larry. It’s ceramic and plain looking, much like most of his belongings. There is no artistic flair or thought to Apollo decorates, bare essentials, at best.
The bubbling of the coffeemaker gives the room a kind of comforting ambient noise. Larry is grateful for the distraction, though he ultimately can’t say he’s surprised that Apollo isn’t a fan of the Steel Samurai.
Really? Heh! Your buddy has some good taste, though. Were you more of a “Jammin’ Ninja” kinda guy? You’ve got some pipes on you, so maybe you liked the more musical show!
Larry smiles again. One day, he vows, he’ll have a more open channel of communication with Apollo. He genuinely likes the kid and feels an almost fatherly connection stirring within his heart. Then again, Larry is the kind of man to fall in love with someone at the drop of a hat, simply because they did something nice for him.
Hey, what kinds of movies and stuff are you into? I was thinking maybe I’d get everybody over at my place for a pizza and movie night, ya know? A nice breather.
Dear dad,
Larry looks at the paper and isn’t sure what to say. He doesn’t even know who his dad is, so how does he even start?
Dear Mr. Edgeworth Pops Edgey’s Dad Mr. Edgeworth,
Thanks for bein’ there for me when I was little. I needed a guy like you and you were a great guy. You’d be proud of him.
What does a lonely artist do when he’s bored out of his mind? The great “Laurice Deauxnim” people watches, for one, and pays special attention to the lovely ladies who pass him by. Larry usually likes to make up wild stories in his head about the people who walk past him, and even though he’s in the middle of a coffee shop with other artistic types, the tales he spins in his imagination are downright ridiculous!
Not that he minds, though: he’s just as wacky, himself. His eye is drawn to a young woman with a shock of red hair, carefully balancing a whole tea table’s collection of sweets and drinks on her delicate arms. Should he help her? Well, she seems to have it covered, so he stays put for now. He’s in the midst of coming up with some fantastical backstory for her when he notices her cell phone threatening to slip from her pocket.
(She’s not gonna be able to pick it up!)
Hey, miss—
He’s up on his feet and by her side in an instant, catching the phone as it falls. Unluckily for him, however, this move of gallantry only leads him to trip on a slick spot in the floor. The phone escapes smacking into the ground, but Larry’s chin isn’t so lucky!
…owwwwww.
Daedra looked over her tower of cup drinks, going over the labels of them once again. The walk to the Prosecutor Building wasn’t far, but it would be quite the hassle if she left with a wrong drink order and had to return for a replacement. That had been her experience the first month she started working there…
Thankfully, most of the prosecutors she ordered for weren’t ‘adventurous’ concerning their daily coffees and the nice counter girl knew her well enough now.
The redhead was so focused on her task, she didn’t register someone was calling to her. She was just about to gather her quarry and leave, when she felt and heard a commotion right beside her ankles. When she looked down in surprise, she saw a body in bright clothing sprawled at her feet.
“OH!!”
Immediately, she went to assist him, but remembered her hands were full. Awkwardly fumbling, Daedra set the drinks and food safely aside. It was only when she crouched to the floor, did she notice.
“…You have my cellphone,” she said awkwardly, having not yet pieced together what had happened.
Oh.
Larry realizes too late that this young woman must think that he took her phone, like some brazen 17th century cutpurse in the town square. He stammers for the right words and ends up only making the tiniest bit of sense.
Falling...p-pocket, I...dove...caught it...
He holds the phone upwards and dips his head toward the ground, touching his brow to the tile. Larry is more than a little aware that people must be staring at him, but he’s pretty used to that by now.
You had your arms full and you didn’t notice...sorry...
With a groan, he sits himself upright and climbs to his feet.
Here. Can I, uh...c-can I help you with those?
Open Starter
He’s the smartest dog I’ve ever met. Go on, he doesn’t bite, Edgey.
Hero notices that Edgeworth smells a lot like Larry: they must have spent a lot of time together. He nuzzles up to the prosecutor and gives Edgeworth’s hand a gentle lick. That brings a smile to Larry’s face: it’s always nice to see friends getting along! He has to quickly stifle a yawn, though: if he doesn’t get some rest soon, he’ll fall asleep standing up!
Huh? Oh, I’ll go on the couch. That’s okay, it’s comfy and I’m just good at taking naps, so no need to worry about me. Uh, I’ll put that…
He bites his lip. Larry’s room is rather messy, with most available surfaces covered in art supplies and unfinished paintings and sketches. He grabs a spare hanger and sets the waistcoat and jacket into the closet, out of the way of any rogue oil paint.
There we go! S’alright, Edgey, you should get some shuteye. It’s been one helluva day, yeah?
Hands gently pet the pup, rubbing his ears and giving chin scratches. He knew Pess liked being pet like that so he figured Hero might be the same. “Such a good boy.”
Miles watches as Larry carefully puts his clothes in a safe spot. It still felt too warm. He reaches up and unbuttons the top two button of his shirt before laying down on the bed. He let’s his body sink into the pillow and mattress. It smelled quite pleasant and was softer than he thought it would be.
“Thanks again,” he said, looking up with tired eyes. “Once we’re feeling better, I’ll take you out for dinner, my treat.”
Hero happily accepts the pets and scratches, but he can feel the prosecutor’s raised temperature. He gives Edgeworth’s hand another lick, just to make sure, and cocks his head to the side.
Huh? Oh, hey, I was mostly kidding about the snacks—you alright?
Larry notices Hero’s undivided attention on his friend, not to mention the undone buttons. That’s not a good sign. Frowning, Larry leans over and gently feels Edgeworth’s brow with the back of his hand. He pulls it away almost immediately.
Edgey! Edgey, hey, what gives? You’ve got a fever! Okay, stay put, I’m gonna get you a washcloth—
He stumbles off to the bathroom rather unsteadily and runs a washcloth under some cool water. His coordination is a little off, given his own fatigue, and water splashes onto the floor in a great puddle. Larry is lucky that he doesn’t trip on his own mess as he heads back to the bedroom and deposits the washcloth on Edgeworth’s forehead.
There...that should do it...
After making sure that Edgeworth is all right, Larry subsequently collapses onto the bed face-first: looks like Edgeworth is going to have a cuddle buddy, since Larry is fast asleep.
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Open Starter
Bye, Detective! I’ll make some fresh, hot Samurai Dogs for you next time I see ya!
Larry gives the kindhearted Gumshoe a wave before turning his attention back to Edgeworth. He clucks his tongue like a worried mother hen, giving Edgeworth a bit of a shrug.
Of course you get the bed, dude. You’ve been through hell and back today, so it’s all yours. It’s clean, I swear! I just washed the sheets the other day! No girls have been in here, either, just He—
And there’s a small golden retriever puppy who suddenly bounds into the room, obviously concerned by all the noise. The pup barks once and rushes to Larry, licking his hand. He sits obediently and looks at Edgeworth with his large, soft brown eyes.
Hero! There you are buddy. Uh, Edgey, this is Hero! Somebody left him on my doorstep not long ago, so he’s sticking around with me. He gets worried ‘cause he can tell if I’ve been like, sick or something. You can smell Pess on my friend, right? He’s really polite, I promise.
Miles watches as the pup comes running in. He gives the dog a warm smile and holds out his hand for him to sniff. An eyebrow is raised only for a moment, wondering which one of them the polite comment was directed at. “Well, hello Hero. It’s nice to meet you. He’s pretty calm for a puppy.”
With the dog around it seems to make Miles relax a bit more. “If I’m sleeping here, then where will you sleep?” he asked. He wasn’t sure if Larry was similar to the detective who could just sleep anywhere and be just fine.
Pulling his hand back from the pup he takes a moment to unbutton and remove his vest. “Um… Where should I put these?”
He’s the smartest dog I’ve ever met. Go on, he doesn’t bite, Edgey.
Hero notices that Edgeworth smells a lot like Larry: they must have spent a lot of time together. He nuzzles up to the prosecutor and gives Edgeworth’s hand a gentle lick. That brings a smile to Larry’s face: it’s always nice to see friends getting along! He has to quickly stifle a yawn, though: if he doesn’t get some rest soon, he’ll fall asleep standing up!
Huh? Oh, I’ll go on the couch. That’s okay, it’s comfy and I’m just good at taking naps, so no need to worry about me. Uh, I’ll put that...
He bites his lip. Larry’s room is rather messy, with most available surfaces covered in art supplies and unfinished paintings and sketches. He grabs a spare hanger and sets the waistcoat and jacket into the closet, out of the way of any rogue oil paint.
There we go! S’alright, Edgey, you should get some shuteye. It’s been one helluva day, yeah?
Open Starter
Awright, if you’re sure…
Larry shrugs, but it’s probably easier to deal with Edgey on his own, anyway. The detective is a good guy, though, and the orange idiot is very happy to know that he’s got Edgeworth’s back no matter what. He exits the car and cracks his neck as he goes. They’re both due for a comfortable nap!
Thanks again for helping us out. We owe you big time, man.
Somehow, Larry manages to pull the keys from his pocket and opens up his apartment, ushering the two men inside. He steers Edgeworth into his bedroom and helps the weary prosecutor onto the bed.
I can take it from here. You sure I can’t get you anything?
“Really, I’m sure!” Gumshoe replies. “Just take good care of Mr. Edgeworth for me, okay? Feel better soon, boss.”
Miles gives a nod to the detective as the man leaves. Tired gray eyes look up at Larry, slightly concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to sleep here? This is your bed…”
Now that they’re inside he removes his jacket and cravat, shoes already left by the door. He decides to wait to remove his vest until they determine where he’s going to sleep.
Bye, Detective! I’ll make some fresh, hot Samurai Dogs for you next time I see ya!
Larry gives the kindhearted Gumshoe a wave before turning his attention back to Edgeworth. He clucks his tongue like a worried mother hen, giving Edgeworth a bit of a shrug.
Of course you get the bed, dude. You’ve been through hell and back today, so it’s all yours. It’s clean, I swear! I just washed the sheets the other day! No girls have been in here, either, just He—
And there’s a small golden retriever puppy who suddenly bounds into the room, obviously concerned by all the noise. The pup barks once and rushes to Larry, licking his hand. He sits obediently and looks at Edgeworth with his large, soft brown eyes.
Hero! There you are buddy. Uh, Edgey, this is Hero! Somebody left him on my doorstep not long ago, so he’s sticking around with me. He gets worried ‘cause he can tell if I’ve been like, sick or something. You can smell Pess on my friend, right? He’s really polite, I promise.