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Uh-huh! And I hate to admit it, but he was pretty damn good up there onstage. Made me cry when he drank that poison at the end of “Romeo and Juliet…” but that could also be ‘cause he got to kiss this really cute girl who worked at the movie theatre with me, too.
Larry chuckles again, more than a little amused by Trucy’s somewhat averse expression.
Yeah, Ms. Fey saved his life, and helped kick him in gear, too. After the trial, studying law was all he could think about. And other than karaoke–and I guess the courtroom, in its own way–I never saw him up on a stage again. But bein’ a lawyer was something he really cared about. Y’know, paying it forward and stuff.
He’s careful not to mention Edgeworth, knowing that just mentioning the prosecutor’s name would spoil the mood.
“Well, I guess he’s living vicariously through me now.” Trucy hums, putting a hand to her face in thought, “He’s pretty involved when it comes to managing my shows, and I was surprised when he knew a thing or two about how putting on a show goes.” But there was something about Larry’s story that rung her a little uncanny. As she continues to walk Hero, her mind goes over her dad drinking poison-
“WAIT.” Trucy says, halting in front of her Uncle, “Dad played Romeo!? Was this before or after he dated Dahlia?”











