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Klavier isn’t really sure what’s going on. One moment everything was normal, and the next...? Well, he went to the only place he thought he could find answers. Luckily due to the circumstances he had his boss’s keys, so he decided to send Edgeworth a text, and wait in the Chief Prosecutor’s office.

“Ah! Good morning, Herr Edgeworth.” He’s sitting on Miles’s desk, a guitar on his lap, and paperwork left untouched beside him.

“You, uh... wouldn’t happen to have an explanation for this, would you?”

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“ shall i show you the scene of the crime?”

“This so doesn’t count as a date, Edgeworth.”

“Still, it’s kind of nice that you’d willingly show the defense around. Maya and I used to have to sneak in behind Gumshoe’s back.”

(...Good thing Gumshoe’s not here, or he’d probably be getting a pay cut for that one.)

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It’s been a while since the last time Klavier’s been to the prosecutor’s office; a few weeks, at least. He’d been off on another tour, this biggest one yet, his manager had called it. Playing for a crowd of cheering fans... what could be better?

Still, he has an obligation to the prosecutor’s office, and he figures he should at least try to take a case or two. He makes a note to organize his desk a bit too; try to make it look like he does any work.

“Yo, Herr Edgeworth!”

He enters without knocking, leaning against the doorframe.

“Have any new cases for me? I’ve got some time on my hands, I’d be happy to check out anything interesting.”

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Klavier walks into the empty prosecutor’s office, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a stack of files in the other. He yawns as he puts the papers down on his desk; he’s here early again. Nothing wrong with getting an early start, he figures.

He skims through his cases for the day, nothing too hard. With any luck, he’ll get out a bit early; all he needs is his boss’s signature. And luckily, Edgeworth’s office light is on.

“Yo, Herr Edgeworth! Good morning,” he smiles, holding the paperwork in one hand. “I just need your signature on a few things if you don’t mind.”