TESTING VOICE

[dadicus]

[Gregory is a calm man, and an even-tempered man, which is something he's proud of. He doesn't get too flustered by small setbacks. It's something he's learned as a defense attorney: if you panic, then you'll get distracted, and if you're distracted you won't be your best in court. And a client isn't ever to receive less than your best

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[troublesmells]

[This is Larry.

This is Larry perking up from where he was busy sketching out something, and then hurrying after the guy. No way. This couldn't be right. The man was supposed to be dead, and yet...and yet he had just walked past...

Luckily, Larry doesn't drop his sketchpad as he quickly sits up (overturning his chair as he did so) and bolts toward Gregory.]

H-hey, wait up! M-Mr. Edgeworth?!

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[This is a surprise. He certainly didn't expect to find someone calling his name in a completely unfamiliar city. He stops, of course, and turns, watching the young man galumphing towards him.]

Indeed; I'm Gregory Edgeworth. Have...we met?

[troublesmells]

[He arrives, breathing hard - almost dramatically. Larry wipes his brow with a swipe of the back of his free hand, and stares long and hard at this man. No doubt about it, this was his best friend's father...but what was he doing here?]

'Course we have! A-are...are you really...Mr. Gregory Edgeworth? The defense attorney and Edgey's dad and all that?

[Larry was struggling to keep his composure, clearly.]

[dadicus]

"Edgey"?

[Gregory frowns in confusion.]

I've...a son named Miles...He's quite a bit younger than you, however.

[troublesmells]

That's him, yeah! [There goes the composure as Larry gabbles out the words.] So you're really, really Mr. Edgeworth? [This couldn't be right. And yet...]

I'm Larry Butz - one of Edgey's best friends!

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Larry Butz?

[No. That's not possible. The clownish boy who'd come over to their house...? Gregory stared, and suddenly - yes, he recognized that hair, those mannerisms...But he's suddenly some ten years older, more. How is that possible?]

That's very strange.

[Much more than strange, but best to understate things as he tries to comprehend what's going on.]

[troublesmells]

Yes, it's me! It's really me! [He indicates himself with a thumb to his chest, eyes looking as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.]

I...ummm, I was the one who spilled chocolate milk all over your carpet!