[Backdated to Friday, April 16th]

[his_fathers_son]

Can someone tell me what this site is for, please? I wanted to figure it out for myself, but the stuff some people were saying was kind of...weird and not really clear.

Um. Thank you.

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[tyki_tock]

Edgeworth?

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[tyki_tock]

[Tyki considers that as he rummages for a cigarette and lights up] I think your classmates have a point.

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[his_fathers_son]

[the wary look intensifies to a mild glare, and his bottom lip sticks out slightly.] What, that I should waste my time playing pointless video games and sports when I could be doing something useful? I think I'll stick with the studying, thanks.

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[tyki_tock]

[He snickers] And that's why you're destined to be a lawyer, while I'm a labourer.

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[his_fathers_son]

[it takes a moment for the implications of the statement to register, and when it does his animosity fades into surprise.] I'm what?

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[tyki_tock]

[He blinked slowly] You're a lawyer?

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[his_fathers_son]

Right... Yeah, you said something about that before, huh? [not that he'd paid much attention at the time, considering all the other impossible nonsense and seeming lies Mr. Marquise had been telling him.]

[Miles drops his gaze, running the thought through his mind over and over. finally a soft smile spreads across his lips.] I'm not surprised or anything. I already knew that's what I'd be.

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[tyki_tock]

[Tyki's smile is genuine] You're a good one, too. Very...thorough, and smart. It's a good job for you.

[He pauses, touches a door, and then nods.] And I think this is the right one...

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[his_fathers_son]

[his cheeks color, and he finally looks up and gives his companion a shy smile.] That must be because I learned from the best.

[looks at the door with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.] You haven't met my father, huh? He's the best lawyer in the city. All the other defense attorneys respect him, and the prosecutors must hate him, he beats them so often!

[his enthusiasm is growing with every word, his smile widening and his eyes bright. it's clear the prospect of meeting aliens has suddenly taken a back seat.]

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[tyki_tock]

[Blink. Hey wait] Your father is a defense attorney?

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[his_fathers_son]

[blinks back.] Of course he is. He's got his own office and everything!

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[tyki_tock]

Oh. I thought he'd be a prosecutor like you and your sister, that's all.

[He tugs the door open to reveal the blackness beyond, and holds his hand out to Edgeworth]

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[his_fathers_son]

[stops dead in his tracks and stares at the man, completely ignoring his offered hand.] I can't be a prosecutor. I'm gonna be a defense attorney!

[a moment's pause, then almost as an afterthought] And I can't have any sisters or brothers, either. I don't have a mother anymore, it's just me and my father.

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[tyki_tock]

[Tyki's eyebrows rise in surprise again] But you are a prosecutor. And you have a sister... A half-sister, perhaps. Her name is Franziska von Karma.

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[his_fathers_son]

[eyes widen] Von...

[he frowns to himself, dropping his gaze to the ground for a long moment. eventually he meets his companion's gaze again, his face set with all the determination a strong-willed boy can muster.] Mr. Marquise, you must be mistaken. I'm never going to be a prosecutor. I've always wanted to be a defense attorney, like my father. I want to help people and that's what I'm going to do. I don't know who you've mistaken me for, but he's not me.

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[tyki_tock]

[Bemused. There's no point in arguing, since he'll probably be back to normal soon in a few days regardless. But it's interesting that he's so dead-set against it.]

Whatever you say, Miles. Want to see some aliens?