Written by the glorious Lizzie Edgeworth!
Another busy day at the prosecutor’s office. I must be the only person left here, now- everyone else went home long ago. Well, when they’re having to rush to catch up with their paperwork, I will be sitting at home with a nice, relaxing cup of tea.
I closed the door to my office quietly, and locked it, before shoving my key back into the pocket of my trousers. Picking up my briefcase and organiser, I started to make my way down the dark, empty corridors. I wasn’t thinking about much, really- just that tomorrow I would head down to the detention centre and see what was what with the latest case I had been assigned to, I had heard they’d arrested someone and that there was a witness, but I didn’t know much about it really, I needed to go and pick up the case file…
My thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice, calling to me.
My heart jumped, and I suddenly felt myself freezing up. I knew that voice. That thick, German accent; that soft, musical tone…
Slowly, I turned around. The man was walking towards me, and came to a halt in front of me, with a small smile. “Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Prosecutor Klavier Gavin.”
Oh my god. Bloody hell. It was Klavier Gavin, frontman of The Gavinners. And he was here…talking to me, a lowly prosecutor…
Although I would never admit it, I was a huge fan of The Gavinners. They rocked their instruments and created music while fighting for justice, on the streets and in the courts. They had fallen into some disgrace after that incident involving the guitarist, Daryan, last year, but…
“P-please to meet you.” I stammered, awkwardly. I could feel my cheeks prickling with heat. For God’s sake, Miles, not now! Keep it together, man! “May I…be of some assistance?”
“I could use a second opinion on the case I’m working on.” He told me. “I hear you are…ah…somewhat of a genius, ja?”
“You could say that.” I said, cooly, trying to stop my hands quivering. “What is it that you need help with?”
“Why don’t you step into my office?” He said, with a small smile. “We can discuss the issue in further detail there.”
I swallowed. Klavier Gavin was inviting me into his office…?
“Al…alright.” I mumbled, clearing my throat.
“It is this way…” He said, leading me down to the next corridor, to his room. Pulling out a key, he unlocked the door, and motioned me to enter first. I took a deep breath, and stepped in.
It was fantastic. His office was only the same size as mine, but he had somehow managed to make it feel bigger. Perhaps it was the fact that his desk was curved, taking up one corner, whereas mine sat in the middle of my office, taking up space. There was a huge bookshelf along one wall, and I was interested to see that his space was far less organised than mine. Well, I suppose he is a rock star.
“Nice office.” I found myself saying, casually, as he took a seat on a red swivelly chair, and scooted across to his desk. He motioned me to a long leather sofa.
“Have a seat.” He said, politely. Slowly, I moved over to the sofa, and sank down onto it’s leather cushions, feeling them creak under me as I did so. I still couldn’t get over the fact that I was in Klavier Gavin’s office…Klavier Gavin…he wanted help from me. I snuck a peek at him, trying not to stare. He was tall and lean, with broad, angular shoulders, and tanned skin, and his blonde hair was just as impressive in real life as it had looked in the pictures and on TV. I had heard a lot about this man, but apart from all the gossip, I most respected him for his work in court. He was a good prosecutor. He cared about finding the truth, and I admired that.
“Can I get you a drink?” He offered.
“A cup of tea would be lovely, thank you.” I replied. To my surprise, he muttered something to himself in German, as he rolled over to the kettle. He obviously had mistaken me for someone who had lived in England all their life. He wasn’t to know how much time I had spent in Germany, with the von Karmas- Manfred von Karma, my mentor, and Franziska von Karma, my little sister…well, sort of. Anyway, the upshot was that I could understand what he was saying.
“Ah, English men and their tea…” He muttered, in German.
“I believe tea is popular in Germany, too.” I replied, my German just as fluent as his. It was his turn to look surprised now, as he glanced up at me.
“You speak German?”
I inclined my head. “A little.” I said, modestly.
“That is…most impressive.” He said, in English, with a small smile.
“Thank you. It is kind of you to say so.” I replied. Inside, I was brimming over with excitement. I had impressed Klavier Gavin.
“Anyway, this case…” He said, as he rolled over to me with a cup of tea, which I took gratefully, then rolled back over to his desk to continue sifting through case files. “It is…somewhat of an issue for me, in that I cannot decide which angle I should take in court. You see, I know the opposition, and I know that they will counter with everything they’ve got-“
“You can say that again…” I muttered, sipping my tea.
“-And I desire to know which way I should attack their defense. The case is a murder, the defendant, a young woman by the name of Adrian Andrews.”
I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was. Adrian Andrews? A killer? Somehow, I doubted it.
“There was a witness…” He continued. “…A Miss Wendy Oldbag-“
“Oh God, not her…” I couldn’t help muttering. He glanced up at me.
“You know of the woman?”
“You…could say that.” I replied, awkwardly, deciding not to tell her that she was president of my fanclub. The woman practically stalked me. “Actually, I know both the women in question…”
He looked at me a second longer, then nodded. “I should not be surprised. You are, after all, the best in your field.”
“…After you, of course, Mr Gavin.” I said politely, with a nod of my head. He smiled.
“You are modest, I see.”
“Only as modest as I should be.”
He paused for a second, then picked up the case file, and rolled over to me, sliding off his chair and onto the sofa next to me. He kicked out at the spinny chair with one leg, and sent it rolling back across the room. He opened the file again, and laid it on my lap.
“You see here, Herr Edgeworth…” He said, in a soft voice. He was sitting kind of close to me. I wriggled uncomfortably, unsure what to do. He pointed out the witness statement in the file. “She saw the defendant at the scene of the crime…”
“…Carrying a bloody dagger.” I finished, as I quickly scanned the report. “Yes. That would seem to be powerful evidence for your case.”
“Indeed.” He said, voice still as silky as ever. “Undoubtedly, they will counter this accusation with claims that she was carrying the dagger for some other reason- perhaps because she was the first to discover the body…”
“How should I…respond to this defense?”
I paused. “…Is the blood on the dagger that of the victim?”
“And the dagger matches the stab wound on the vitcim’s body?”
“…I think you would do well to point both of these facts out to the court.” I said, demurely. “Also, I would make the point that she would have had to have pulled the dagger out of the body in order for her to be holding it, covered in blood.”
“Ja…this is what I was thinking also.” He said, with a nod, as he leant a little closer to me. I cleared my throat, feeling myself blush again. Klavier Gavin was sitting very very close to me. His eyes were so clear and blue…This was bizarre. It was like being inside one of his music videos.
“I imagine…” I said, slowly, “That they will respond with the idea that she was trying to cover for someone by removing the evidence. She will be charged with tampering with the crime scene and obstruction of justice, but these are far less serious than the charge of murder.” I cleared my throat again as he nodded, his hair tickling my arm. “Who…who do you think they will try to pin the crime on?”
“There…was allegedly another woman at the scene of the crime.” He said, softly. “However, we have been unable to establish her identity, or track her down.”
“I see. Well then, I would suggest taking the line that there is no evidence that this notional second woman even exists, let alone whether she was at the scene of the crime.”
He nodded. “I see. Yes, I also think that this would be the best line to take.” With a small smile, he leaned over to pick up the file again. I swallowed as his fingers brushed my leg, and then he was standing up, striding back across the office to place the file back on his desk. “I thank you very much for your assistance.” He said, with another smile. His teeth were so straight. “You have been most helpful.”
I nodded politely. “I am glad of it.” I said. “Thank you for the tea.”
He laughed. “You are most welcome, Herr Edgeworth. You must come back for tea another time.”
I could only nod.
“Meanwhile, I imagine you would be heading home now. It is, after all, getting late.” He said. I glanced up at the clock that hung on his wall, and realised he was right.
“You are correct.” I said. “I should be going now…”
“You are most welcome if ever you wish to drop by again.” He said, opening the door for me, and flashing me another smile. I stumbled, and almost tripped over my feet.
“Er, yes, well, indeed. Verily.” I mumbled, awkwardly, as I stepped out of the door. He smiled again.
“It was a pleasure talking with you….Herr Edgeworth.” He said, and then he closed the door, and was gone. I was left standing in the corridor alone, heart beating excitedly, with the memory of Klavier Gavin, hero of stage and courtroom, playing fresh in my mind. Wait until Kay hears about this…
I take no responsibilty for this but I LOVE IT.
Liz was upset, I could tell, Miles had just punched Matt in the face and started giving her the silent treatment. Before he’d done that, he’d been texting me. I could see how vunerable he was in those moments and I was glad he’d opened up to me. But I was starting to wonder something else. Could she possibly… LIKE Matt!? I wasn’t going to ask her directly but I started thinking about things that Miles had taken offence to in my life, well, namely one thing:
The week I spent living with Klavier Gavin.
I’d just had a giant argument with Nick, threw myself into the arms of my best friend who kindly (because he is awesome) gave me a flat to live in.
“Hey Cupcake,” he’d said while I was hiding in the Jetta as he cruised to a stop by Nicky’s place, “In the glove compartment, there’s a key to my flat. I don’t use it, never sold it on or rented it, kept up on payments too in case it was needed. I want you to live there, okay? I could even live there too, with you, I mean… But, I’ll be gone in the mornings and I’ll sleep on the sofa. I’m not trying to make something happen.”
I nodded, “Okay. Thanks, Klav. Promise you’ll stay with me?” I rested my head on his shoulder for a while since I was still feeling horrible. Klavier wrapped his arm around my shoulder and put a hand on the back of my head.
“I promise.” He whispered.
I stayed with him and ended up in a fling with Matt Engarde who more than once tried to kill me. Possibly. Knives were involved. I broke it off with him and then, a few days later this happened: A weird guy broke into the flat and stabbed me. It was then Klav had me hospitalised, told me not to leave. I didn’t, not for two days. I was supposed to be in for a week, but I left with Nick. Miles asked where I was and I just told him that I was home and he admitted he’d been worried that Klav was gonna take advantage of me.
I should’ve listened to my brother, goddammit! I wasn’t taken advantage of but I do remember a lot about that night.
I remember the taste of cranberries on his lips, the was his back felt under my hands, the way he leant over me as we kissed… The feel of the sheets. Like I said, a lot.
Thing is, I fully believe that it was Klavier Gavin with his lips pressed against mine that night. I remember him drinking his favourite, vodka and cranberry but then again, Nicky was also there.
I told all of this to Nicky tonight.
“It’s fine,” he said, “I forgive you.”
I turned my head away from Diego, who was sleeping in his cot and asked “How can it be fine, Nick!? Don’t you get it!? I cheated on you. With Klavier!”
He put his hands on my arms and started to slowly rub them, maybe to relax me. “No, you didn’t. You’ve got it wrong, Shan.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him, “Look, I know what happened, okay?”
I turned my head away from my fiance, feeling too guilty, used and ashamed to look at his brown eyes. “How could you possibly know?” I whispered.
Nick looked at me with the same intensity he uses when he’s found a good point in court, “I was there.”
I had to look at him then, “You weren’t there. I’d remember. You would have stayed!”
“Look, I wanted to stay but… you asked me to leave.”
“Why would you just leave me there with Klavier fuckin’ Gavin, Phoenix!?” I cried, “What kind of a guy are you?! No, what kind of a fiance are you!?”
“Shan…” Nick said, a little more gently this time, caressing my face with his hand before leading me out of Diego’s room and into our bedroom.
“Shannon Elizabeth Edgeworth, I love you and I’m going to marry you. If you’ve got a problem with that, it’s just the way I feel. We had broken up at that time, we were just getting back together. You asked me to leave and I did, I wanted you to know that I loved you though. You know I love you.”
“I know.” I whipered, hugging him.
“The question is, do you still love me? I mean, I think you do but sometimes—”
“It’s hard to tell? I’m sorry, Nicky.” I leant into his chest and sighed as his arms wrapped around me, “I don’t mean to do these things.”
“I know. It’s a good thing that you didn’t…”
“Shan, I told you, it was me you were with. That’s definitler not cheating, okay? And even if you had cheated, I would have forgiven you.”
He pressed his lips against mine in a kiss, that became more passionate as it went on. I tore myself away from him for a second.
“Are you trying to prove something?” I asked. I felt his laughter on my lips and smiled.
“No,” he murmured back, “Should I?”
I laughed, “Not at all.”
He kissed me again as we got into bed and I fell asleep in his arms. Despite everything, I really do love him and I can’t help that. I can’t help feeling like I need to prove it was Nicky and not Klavier that night and I can’t help but feel like Nick deserves better than me.
I don’t wanna brag, but I’ve met The Hoosiers! (taken 27th May at Newport Student Union)
L-R: Al Sharland (drums/ backing vocals), Irwin Sparkes (lead vocals/guitar), Me, Liz, Martin Skarendahl (bass/backingvocals) and Sam Swallow (keyboards/backing vocals
not actually officially listed as a Hoosier)
Some awesomely talented/fun/nice guys being well…. awesomley talented, nice and fun!
PS: They’re called The Hoosiers. <3
Klavier ran into his bedroom the moment he walked through the door of his apartment, dragged his designer suitcase out from under his bed and started packing. He had to be quick, he didn’t really want to say goodbye to Elise. If he saw her, he might not be able to go at all. He was just packing his guitars and some spare underwear when she came in to his room and just said his name. He didn’t answer her and just continued packing.
“Klavier,” she said again, “What are you doing?”
“I’m leaving to go on tour with the band.” He answered straightening up.
“You okay? You look…”
“I’m fine. You look after yourself okay?” He closed the suitcase and went to drag it out of the door when a small grey Bengal kitten ran in and twined itself around his legs. He picked it up and held it close to his face before kissing it on the nose and setting it back down. “And Katzen, make sure you look after him too. I’ll see you when I get back.” He made his way out and into a waiting car.
He couldn’t help glancing back as they pulled away from the building and sped towards the airport. His phone started to ring and he picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey, have you gone yet?” It was Shannon.
“Ja. I just left. Headed to the airport now. Why?”
“I don’t think you should have left…” She sounded nervous.
“Why?” Klavier asked, hoping that Elise would have contacted her.
“Because, you should have just told her how you feel.”
“Which would acheive nothing. I’ve got to go, I’ll call you later. Bye.” He hung up, swore, and flung the phone onto the seat next to him. “Achtung! Herr Driver! How long until we reach the airport?”
“About fifteen minutes, Prosecutor.”
“Ach. Good.” Klavier rested his head on his travel bag (his suitcase was in the trunk) and fell into a soft sleep.
He awoke fifteen minutes later, and boarded a flight to Germany. Hours later, he arrived at his hotel where he unpacked and placed the framed picture of Elise and himself on his nightstand. He missed her already, but it didn’t answer his question of whether he loved her or not.
He left his room and went downstairs to the bar, then to the pool. There was an advert calling for a performer in the bar which he took note of. He sunbathed for a while, then went to reception.
“Excuse me.” Klavier said, sliding his arms onto the reception desk in front of him, “I couldn’t help but notice you need a performer for tonight.”
The receptionist turned around and Klavier couldn’t help noticing that she was quite pretty, she must have recognised him because her mouth, painted in bright red lipstick, formed a perfect “Oh” when they locked eyes. “You’re… you’re…”
Klavier chuckled, “You seem to be at a loss for words, fraulein. But ja, I admit it. I am Klavier Gavin.”
“I have all your CDs!” The receptionist whispered.
“Always nice to meet a fan. So, tell me, fraulein, would it be possible for me to fill in that vacancy for tonight?”
The receptionist blushed and turned away from him, “Yes, I think so… but-“
“I understand if you need to ask the manager.” Klavier said, taking a piece of paper from his pocket.
“One moment.” The girl disappeared through a door and came out with a man, who noticed Klavier straight away and shook his hand. The two talked for a while in German before they agreed that he could play. The manager left and Klavier slid the paper from his hand to the receptionist, winking at her as he did so.
That night, Klavier set up and started singing an acoustic set, ending with a song he wrote on the plane.
“It’s been so quiet since you’ve gone and every day feel more like a year, sometimes I wish I could move on and the memories would all just disappear. So many things I should have said when I had the chance, so many times we took it all for granted. I never thought this could ever end, I never thought I’d lose my best friend. Everything is different now, can we stop the world from turning? I never thought I’d have to let you go, never thought I’d ever feel this low. I wish I could go back and we’d stop the world from turning.
Looking back on better days, when we were young and we thought we knew so much and now it seems so far away, I’m wondering if I was good enough. So many things I should have said when I had the chance, so many times we took it all for granted. I never thought this could ever end, I never thought I’d lose my best friend. Everything is different now, can we stop the world from turning? I never thought I’d have to let you go, never thought I’d ever feel this low. I wish I could go back and we’d stop the world from turning…”
He couldn’t stop thinking of Elise as he strummed that guitar and sang the words he’d written with her in his mind. The crowd were all watching him as a single tear rolled out of his blue eyes and onto his cheek. He felt like he was going to break, he wanted Elise with him.
As he left the stage, he bumped into the hotel manager again. “Mr Gavin, sir, if there’s anything I can get you, anything you need. Don’t be afraid to ask.” he told him, before clapping him on the shoulder “Good show.”
“Ah, danke.” Klavier took a long drink of bottled mineral water, “In fact, would I be able to get one of those body pillows, just a plain white one. That’d be great.”
“Done.” The manager said, “It’ll be up in your room shortly.”
“Thank you.” Klavier smiled at him and walked over to the bar, where he had more than a couple of drinks, before heading upstairs and crashing next to the pillow he’d had brought up. He wrapped his arms around it and pulled it closer to him before falling asleep like a baby. His last thought was how it’d be to be this close to her, but he couldn’t remember her name.
Klavier retreated to the kitchen and started grilling sausages and bacon. He cut a bap in half and also cut his finger with the knife. Running cold water from the tap over his injury he started to think of Elise’s actions this morning. She hadn’t seemed too concerned for him, but she’d seemed to care about his general health. Weird. He watched the water mix in with the blood for a while and started to daydream a little. What if Elise really liked him? What if she felt the same about him? What if he told her? He shook his head. He could never tell her how he really felt, they were just friends. Weren’t they? He leant against the sink and turned off the tap. Maybe he should bring it up somehow, but how?
He sniffed the air and realised that he had spent over fifteen minutes lost in thought (and still hadn’t looked for a band-aid), he took the food and served it up on a plate before carrying it out to Lizzie, who was pretty hungry. He gave her the sausage and bacon bap and settled himself in between them again, his arm mainly around Shannon this time.
“Klavier, are you bleeding?” Shannon asked.
“Is it getting on the couch!?”
“No, but it’s threatening to. What did you do?”
“The knife slipped a little. Nothing to worry about.” Klavier laughed.
“Go get a band-aid. Liz, you’re eating Klavier’s blood.”
“Ew. Why!?” Liz asked as soon as Klavier stood up.
“Because he’s an idiot.”
Klavier made a noise and left the room. He rummaged in his bathroom cupboard for a while, brushing aside all of the usual things he reached for at first (*cough*condoms*cough*) and dug out a band-aid. Only problem was, he could never apply these things properly. He walked out and back into the room, still holding the band-aid and sat back down.
“Ladies, I seem to have run into a problem.” He announced.
Liz, who had just returned from the kitchen, looked at him. “What’s the matter, Klavvykins?”
“It’s so hard!” He moaned.
Shannon stared at him.
“It’s so hard to wrap this silly band-aid around my finger!” He turned on his ‘innocent’ look for them.
“Ah, come here.” Liz sighed, holding out her hand. Klavier walked over to her and placed his hand in her’s, watching as her fingers wrapped the band-aid around his.
“Thank you.” He whispered, leaning down and kissing her on her cheek before returning to the sofa.
“Girls, I… just thought of something. Something… that will help me.” He whispered, not looking at either of his friends but down at his clasped hands. He hoped they could provide him with some insight into Elise’s mind, he hoped they could make it all okay and most of all, he hoped they wouldn’t think he was on the rebound after his rejection from Ema.
But like any female with any knowledge of the real world, they did. Liz even went so far as to ask “Are you sure you don’t just want to sleep with her?”
Klavier twitched at that question, he did want that but he also wanted something more. A real relationship. He’d never really had one before, and he tried to explain that to the girls. However they both just looked at him with saddened expressions. He was sick of feeling like he was some sort of younger brother. He was about the same age as both of them and they had history! Well, they both had history with him.
He looked at Shannon, “I have to leave, don’t I?” he whispered to her. She shook her head in reply.
“What should I do!?” he asked, “If I can’t be with her because there’s a slight chance that I’m on the rebound…” He stood up and started pacing.
“Klav, maybe you should figure out your feelings.” Liz suggested.
“Yeah, you should. And… I’ll see what Elise thinks of you.” Shannon said.
“Ja. Danke…” Klavier hugged both of them, “I guess you should leave now then… Bye.”
“Goodbye Klavier.” They chorused and walked out.
Two seconds later, Shannon had come back in, hugged him again and told him he’d figure it out. He just hoped she was right.
A day later (after a very sleepless night) he stumbled into the Prosecutor’s Office and started to work. He’d spent the night thinking of a lot of different plans and only found one that would help him out.
Around midday, there was a knock on the door, which he answered o find Shannon standing there, holding a muffin basket. He ushered her in and sat down on his leather recliner.
“What’s wrong, fraulein?”
“I was just thinking… I’ve spoken to Elise and put in a few words for you. You should say something.” She said.
“Like what?” He asked, “Just walk in and say ‘Hey Elise! You know that I think you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen? Will you be my girlfriend? Because I think I might be in love with you.’?” He waved his hand, “Forget it. She’d never take me seriously.”
“If she likes me too, that’s perfect. But I have to figure out how I feel… Which is why,” He looked straight into her eyes, “I’m leaving the country.”
“WHAT?!” Shannon practically shouted so loudly that he got up, unwrapped a muffin and shoved it into her mouth to prevent any further outbursts.
“Just, hear me out…ja?” He returned his gaze back to her, “I’m leaving the country for a little while. I’m going to tell Elise that I’m going on tour with The Gavinners, if she catches me packing my things.”
“So you’re only going to tell her if she catches you packing?! If not, it’s just… you’ve left?”
“Ach. I knew you wouldn’t understand. Look, I’m pretty sure of how I feel, I just need a bit more time.”
Finally, she nodded. “But, where are you going to go?”
“Germany. Or France. It depends on how I’m feeling when I get to the airport.” Shannon reached out her hand and he took it, “It’s okay for you. You have Herr Wright. I have nobody right now… which is why I have to go. If she asks…tell her I’m sorry.”
Shannon seemed to believe his words and looked a little saddened at the same time, Klavier didn’t believe that Elise would ever notice he had left. He didn’t believe himself.
“Klavier, when are you leaving?” Shannon asked.
Klavier looked at her, “Tonight.”
Get more out of life with Miles Edgeworth!
I agree. But how do you do this? Hmmm…
Where Phoenix Wright meets Phoenix Wright.
MIND BLOWN. Two Phoenixes!? God save us…
Klavier Gavin - the natural way.
To what, exactly?
Apollo Justice is a secret.
Wait, what!? This makes no sense to me…
Kristoph Gavin never die.
Is this a Kristoph fan? Why can’t they use proper punctuation!? Miles would be so ashamed.
Matt Engarde - If you love Matt Engarde.
Scarily, this sounds like Matt Engarde!
Shannon Strife created by nature.
Well, duh. How else? Maybe Klavier Gavin? The natrual way? LOL!!!
Liz Edgeworth is glamour.
And so much better than me, ja?
Everyone should believe in Elise.
Because she has a cuuuuullllttt!!!
Luxury with Miles Edgeworth.
No, that’s just his house…
Think. Feel. Phoenix Wright.
Did it just tell me to feel up Nick!? LMAO. EPIC.
The ideal Klavier Gavin.
Klavier fuckin’ Gavin, bitches!
Every Apollo Justice has a story.
ADOPT ONE NOW! Aww, I would totally adopt Apollo.
Kristoph Gavin is your inspiration.
Y’know, if you like poisoning people with stamps and nail polish… and hitting people with grape juice bottles. Then yeah, maybe he is.
Matt Engarde for that good looking feeling.
LMAO. This suits him sooo well!
Move on with Shannon Strife.
I like this one. It makes me sound all important-ish. Then I ruin it by adding ish onto words… ish.
Liz Edgeworth is your freedom.
And what a nice freedom she is :)
Elise makes you better.
Kinda like ColdKiller X…
Miles Edgeworth for beauty to have and to hold.
Phoenix Wright for a better future.
Perfect start with Klavier Gavin.
A perfect start to what? My day? My career? What!?
The Queen of Apollo Justice.
Who else is imagining Apollo in drag?
Bigger. Better. Kristoph Gavin.
And that, is how he kills people!
Matt Engarde for lucky people.
When you say Shannon Strife you’ve said it all.
It’s a lot of crazy.
Up, Up and away with Lizzie Edgeworth.
SHE CAN FLY!? Like Iris? When Larry drew her!?
It more than satisfies, it’s Elise.
…Did Klav write this?
“Buuut when you go, would you even turn to saaa-ay,I don’t love you, like I loved you yesterday.” *click* Klavier Gavin (yes, Klavier fuckin’ Gavin, bitches.) switched to the next track on his CD. “Now I know that I can’t make you stay, but where’s your heart, but where’s your heart? But where’s your- And I know, there’s nothing I can say to change that part, to change that part. To chaaaaaaangee!” Klavier started to air guitar along with My Chemical Romance. “So many bright lights that cast a shadow but, can I speak? Well, is it hard understandin’ I’m incomplete? A life that’s so demanding I get so weak. A love that’s so demanding I caaaaan’t speeak!”
As Klavier was spinning around in his red desk chair and air-guitaring (which you probably shouldn’t do after eating a whole pizza, but anyway…), the door burst open. “Bloody hell! What on Earth is that enormous racket?! Some of us are trying to get work done here, Prosecutor Gavin!” The voice was English and deep.
“Ach!” Klavier cried out as he fell off his chair, “Herr Edgeworth!”
Miles Edgeworth smirked at the younger prosecutor who was now sitting in a crumpled heap on the floor. “Are you going to behave?”
“Ja… your English accent compels me to.” Klavier replied, switching off the music.
“I’m a little worried, but I’ll live with it.” And with that, Miles Edgeworth elegantly swept from the room a little like Severus Snape, but with an air of royalty about him.
Klavier finished the rest of his work and headed out to the parking lot, where he crawled into his 2006 Volkswagen Jetta and drove back home.
Once he was back at his apartment he stumbled into Elise’s room to see if she was there, which she wasn’t. So instead he watched some TV. Considering he had been ill in the morning, he was feeling pretty good about himself. Well, a little depressed but that was normal for him at the moment. He picked up his phone and called two girls from his phonebook to come over. Perhaps he could play it off nicely and make his new roommate jealous.
Half an hour later his guests arrived, they both had engagement rings on their fingers from their fiances but he was hoping Elise wouldn’t see them, or notice them. He looped his arms around their shoulders and gave them both a slight hug. He was happy to see them, even if they had every right to be mad at him.
“Shannon, Lizzie.” He muttered as he steered them towards the sofa.
“Klav,” Shannon started to say, sounding a little annoyed but maybe that was the pregnancy, “What the hell!?”
“Relax, I just wanted to see how you two lovely ladies were doing. And talk.” Klavier smiled at them, “So, how are things?”
“Um… they’re alright. Miles is working a lot… so…” Liz trailed off and looked towards his kitchen.
“Ahh, Herr Edgeworth. He came into my office today complaining about my music.”
“Well, you do like your music loud, Klav.” Shannon laughed.
“So do you!” Klavier laughed a little with the two women, “Anyway, Shan, how’s the baby?”
“He’s fine… Did we tell you? We’ve already picked out names and godparents, it’s going to be amazing!” As usual, nothing could stop Shannon from being excitable.
“Ah, should I even bother to ask?” Klavier laughed, waiting for Shannon to launch into a You-Won’t-Get-A-Word-In speech.
“Well, Diego for a boy after Diego Armando of course… Mia for a girl after Mia Fey, Nicky was very adamant about that. And of course, Miles is going to be godfather… and I’m still waiting on Nicky to ask the godmother.”
“Ach. That Herr Wright…” Klavier stood up, “You girls want some food?”