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[payback]

[a long pause, here. and then she kind of coughs a bit.] - ah, it's working?

[...]

...Um, yes... hello. [clears her throat.] This is Asano Rin. You can leave a message if you need.

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[allucinator]

[He nods his thanks and reaches for a chip.]

Exactly! Anyway, it ain't like we leave trash around, cuz if we did we'd get tossed out, I think, since we get complained about already.

[payback.livejournal.com]

Why are you getting complained about.

[allucinator]

Well, uh, last time it were cuz we set off fireworks.

[payback.livejournal.com]

In your apartment?!

[allucinator]

No, no, on the roof!

[payback.livejournal.com]

Well, all right, that's... better...

[allucinator]

Course it is. Real pretty, scared away the monsters and anybody coulda come up to see em up close. But no, course not, Mrs. Downstairs came up to yell and then got all upset when we laughed, so she got the superintendent.

[payback.livejournal.com]

I suppose she was worried something would catch fire.

[allucinator]

Nah, she's got it out for us.

[payback.livejournal.com]

From before or after the fireworks?

[allucinator]

Before. Uh, for playin' music too loud, for talkin' too loud, for, uh, keepin' pets . . . all sorts o' thin's.

[payback.livejournal.com]

And all of these are against the rules...

[allucinator]

Aw, don't lookit me like that, not like we was hurtin' her.

[payback.livejournal.com]

I just don't want you to run into too much trouble!

[allucinator]

Nah, I'll just pout at her if she tries to report us again. Between me and Sirius she won't know what hit her.

[And he demonstrates. LOOK AT THOSE SAD PUPPY EYES, RIN. No one can resist.]

[payback.livejournal.com]

Did pouting work before?

[allucinator]

Tenth time's the charm.

[payback.livejournal.com]

You're very bad.

[allucinator]

No, she's just that sour.

[payback.livejournal.com]

I bet you all tire her out!

[allucinator]

Yeah, well, that's what she gets for livin' downstairs from us.

[payback.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head a bit, smiling, and sips her tea. when she leans forward again, she's more serious.]

So. Tell me who you were thinking of.

[allucinator]

[His own smile fades and he glances down at his tea, mentally switching gears.]

Edgeworth.

[payback.livejournal.com]

[raises her eyebrows, and taps her cup against the table thoughtfully.]

Give me your reasoning.

[allucinator]

He . . . I can remember somebody like him. A lawyer, raised in LA, prosecutor-- same past, same details, same interests, and they act the same, too. They even got the same favorite play in common.