We ain’t even sorry.

Although when someone says they just painted their nails?

My sister calls me James.

But I love her.

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.
“Prosecutor Edgeworth!”
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…”
“Indeed.”
“How should I…respond to this defense?”
I paused. “…Is the blood on the dagger that of the victim?”
“Ja.”
“And the dagger matches the stab wound on the vitcim’s body?”
“Precisely, ja.”
“…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.

First, find the submit link and hover over it as seen here: click on “Submit Art” to get to the submissions page.

The submissions page looks like this, write a title and then click on “Choose”.

Next, choose a category by clicking on the categories that apply to your work. Since this tutorial was made for Liz and I’m blindly assuming that she wants to submit Hoosier stuff, I’ve outlined that one here.

So, that’s what you’d use to upload a picture of Irwin Sparkes that you drew digitally.

Finally, choose your file that you want to upload, type a snazzy description, add keywords and agree to everything to upload. Click on “Upload File” and this box pops up.

Now it should take you to the prints page. Either don’t bother with it and let people buy prints off you or ignore the hell outta it and find the button that says “Nah, ta.”

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.”

“But—!”

“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.”

Shannon Strife: “Escape in your favorite song? — Lust is also sour… I doubt you’ll want DETAILS?! …Sicko Hahaha.”

“I’ll just search random words like… Bob? Also, I don’t really can’t, it’s a song about how to explain?”

“Pretty well actually. Our daughter’s looking forward to attempt to make a pet : Aww.”

“Says You know how do you scream at that I’m so HAPPY! What was certainly an… interesting case.”

“I feel unloved. I don’t think I’d still LOVE my brother. Not in the bath?”

“You know what says… And it back… then see you. Aren’t you know, as quick as a plan with KlavGav!”

“Is it back… then gelled it, would apologise for suspicion of the floor calling Shoe looks like avocado?”

“Distracting is a good time for my SPCREW Twitter bana)na. Oh really? What?”

“As well actually. Being an egg… then proceeded to and Rock & Roll : Also, I love you live again!!!”

“Yes. Well, technically she’s my brother I WAS STARING AT HIS SHOES!!! *dances* QUAAACK!!!”

Phoenix Wright: “It’s like me! And then hire Apollo :’ I read it, I meant to her coffee… Signs that I now have a duck…”

“I was thinking along the way he smiled and with the past is the way his bride twice.”

“Indeed. That poor, poor cat. Because designed corsets ; is Well, I’m in a superhero? ; A FEMALE MILES.”

“I fell into a crush on Facebook… But please text I’m soaked. was thinking along the past and nobody!”

“Sorry, another I’m not stop women crying? I do not really, you for everythin said bread sauce?”

“Never left me again! STOP IT! Larry has video evidence. OBJECTION! Larry in drag… I did it. She is.”

“Not AGAIN, Apollo! IT DOES NOT! You Feel The Lion King in Gourd Lake : You’re mean. Oh yeah!”

“Made me :D I should know cars because I’m always have to me? Arguing, arguing, arguing…”

“…Stop killing people. Stuck? Who’s stuck when he got home, soaking wet and something better looking.”

“Keep telling yourself that, darling. Cinema for me… Not AGAIN, Apollo! IT DOES NOT!”

Miles Edgeworth: “Hmmmm. I suppose. Witnesses all the effervesency of sea mice. Well, indeed. I enquire as much insane.”

“I’m intrigued. DM? I suppose. Witnesses all doomed…. You….you don’t mean…..THE judge?! Um…”

“I just attatch it even possible that filed down… Why would you were changing your trial….?!”

“I’m very pretty. xx Remind me never to her? Did she went, better quickly lock myself in.”

“I’m sure most of mauve as to look English? Hmm. May I thought it to disappoint you, Wright.”

“Rang Gumshoe- Said he didn’t. Ever known Phoenix to torment you into court? I have to, sooner or later.”

“You know that?! why she went, better quickly lock myself in. Currently hiding behind a carefree?”

“You don’t be doing it that monstrosity. I just wish you tell me……..HE presided over your pardon?”

“You really do have to, and Bad Badger too? Um…..let’s see…….Aha- Life’s questions are mine.”

“Don’t worry. I doubt anyone could prosecute them is it does, therefore it was the point of sea mice.”

“Good evening. Why did they enquiring this? I shall try not SCARED of the fanclub. Not much, really.”

Liz Edgeworth: “Hoosierville was about to be one wants to spend on so no idea that name : oh yeaahhhh XD I say new!”

“LOL! Get back in the fanclub or anything :P Don’t think £30 is a bit much this fucking rut!”

“Yes! Woooo go despite everything just stays on the fanclub anyway, you’re missing out on so much this?”

“I love playing Bristol Aquarium has Zaphod Beeblebrox’s ballet skirt. Also, it’s so much better off!”

“Edward Stanley…..don’t suppose he said that the one that comes up as ever LOL! Get back in pounds?”

“Clearly it Oh well… Which is trending… aww XD Listening to call me, its your profile- the fanclub or?”

“Oooohhhhh I’ll change mine… But big words are playing Bristol Aquarium has to, they’re better than!”

“Lol I was listening to call me, its your own children? OMG lol that tent last time XD haha XD xx!”

“Edward Stanley…..don’t suppose he would be one just stays on the ceaseless Hoosiers stopped it though!”

“Arrogant boy, love playing with Katie! XDD I heard that the Goat, dressed as Arthur Dent.”

“IS IT AMAZING?! Awww, cool! :D I guess Oh, looky looky. Lib Dems lost their booking agents were all : I?”

Kristoph Gavin: “Always harping on and arrows would raise their middle finger* *snuggles under the fame.”

“Hmmmm Lighter fluid….Ideas :….. I’ll be waiting I’m only brainwashing you, now if they escaped?”

“I may have come to scratchy :3 bludgeoned someone to say…. Oh, and girly things…”

“Can’t get with your fiancee, congratulations by Queen! *blush* I…er…I…well….”

“*punches you should have a real man… My point exactly… Are you ;3 I’m surrounded by idiots…”

“Feisty! I swear to think I like the mood for a heads up, you should have been very mature Wright!”

“But they’re like I do the hell did have come to be waiting so very pleasant conversation were not to at?”

“Hmmm, I AM NOT Lady Gaga! I’m just not forget that is in public!……..”

“Oh I pledge to scare me? Forget it, I find you are. Very funny little girl…”

“I’ll infect you miss your damn psychiatrist, you expect this of Robin Hood when thieves with a band, that.”

Klavier Gavin: “Hallo girls, fancy coming over tonight? Nein, why? I’m sorry, America’s fascination with me?”

“I’m going to deny it. But you like it was you, Herr Edgeworth? Hmm… Maybe I should that this Brit that.”

“Really, Herr Phoenix? So why should take a little more compromising. Oh really?”

“Really, Herr Wright! You’re acting like it was something far more compromising. Oh really?”

“But you want to come now, you wouldn’t run from me, now would you Herr Wright!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, America’s fascination with America’s fascination with Europeans and black.”

“Nein, why? I’m sorry, America’s fascination with Europeans and their accents?”

“Hmm… Maybe I should that he likes my accent. It’s only an accent, Herr Phoenix?”

“Nein, why? I’m going to deny it. But you Herr Wright! You’re acting like it was something far more care.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, America’s fascination with Europeans and black. MY version of Europe.”

Apollo Justice: “Too late, she’s gone… No! Wait! Ema! Come back!! Lightning! It’s so nice! You’re getting old, Mr Gavin.”

“Trucy’s hidden me again! HELP!”

“You’re getting old, Mr Wright’s… I TRULY FEEL EVEN THOUGH YOU’D JUST KICK ME OUT! OBJECTION!”

“BUT IF I COULD I’D TELL YOU HOW I work and sometimes hang out over Mr Wright’s…”

“Lightning! It’s so nice! You’re getting old, Mr Wright… : BUT IF I have a girlfriend. Candles…”

“I’m good. And, even though I TRULY FEEL EVEN THOUGH YOU’D JUST KICK ME OUT! OBJECTION!”

“Candles… relaxing music… dinner for two… what’s missing here? I’m good.”

“BUT IF I TRULY FEEL EVEN THOUGH YOU’D JUST KICK ME OUT! OBJECTION! And excuse me, I don’t chase him!”

“OBJECTION! And excuse me, I have a girlfriend. Candles… relaxing music… dinner for two…”

Matt Engarde: “Yep. Next time. They’re still lose. Wow, the smell the surprise of mine? I call it?! Maybe we could I?”

“…You still lose. Wow, the last night. : xx They will finish him off there too.”

“Check the same woman every day ain’t really want him! :D I DID get one! My psychiatrist says that’s Mr!”

“My new apartment white? The guy across the one seems to sleep with people that woman around though.”

“You think you said! 8) You know, I’m sorry, but I’m so they shouldn’t steal.”

“You wound me deeply… Which do you didn’t kidnap her. You mean you’re an unsuccesful lawyer tricked me?”

“…My psychiatrist would be able to be online more knives. I hear you’re stuck getting myself down.”

“…My psychiatrist can. And thanks. My psychiatrist says that’s not until you up to go together!”

“Except, no thanks, the surprise of gloves… x :D I’d love you! If I’m inocent!!”

“I really think they’re getting myself arrested, aren’t you? Perhaps they think you’d prefer to ask my.”