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He had been waiting for his father in his office. The orders had been clear enough. ‘Come see me. We need to talk about your performance today.’ Because of course his father would want to see him about his performance. Thankfully, Satoshi KNEW it was better than his first time prosecuting. 

Good God. That first time had been a clusterfuck. That trial he had lost and his father had to run in and clean up his mess. All because he decided to showboat instead of do his job. He never heard the end of it. And, frankly, the reputation of his father cleaning up his messes was one Satoshi knew he was going to have to shake. 

For months. Or years. Whatever. 

Pouting, he looked up when there was a knock on the door of his father’s office. Standing up, Satoshi fixed his jacket and shirt before moving over to the door. 

Please be an intern, he thought as he opened it. 

“....”

Oh. Fuck him. Of course it wasn’t. 

“Uh. Hi, Prosecutor Blackquill. You must be here to see my fa- To see the Chief Prosecutor. Is it important? I can take a message for you? He stepped out like ten minutes ago to take care of something. So....Do you want me to take a message?”

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Every time he tried to approach Simon, to offer condolence, to accept guilt for the part his identity had played in the samurai's misery, he was rebuffed. But wasn't that to be expected? He wore the face of a traitor and murderer--no, they had worn his. No matter how much he tried, that was what Simon saw every time they passed each other.

He bit his lip, mouth turning down and brow creasing in an almost childish look of pain. He started to lift his hands to make that gesture of his, fingertip to fingertip, before stopping himself. "I..."

He fell silent as Simon seemed to slump into a look of defeat and weariness. The prosecutor barely looked at him.

Bobby looked at his hands for a long moment, then slowly began to peel the gloves off. Then went the aviators. Then his coat, soon folded over one arm. He straightened his tie, unable to fidget with his aviators as he preferred, and cleared his throat.

"It's really not your fault, sir, and I... I can't just leave you with this..." He looked away and clenched his hands.

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Oh, hello!~

Lovely day, isn’t it? Teehee~

[pesteringjester]

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The squeal that came out of Harley Quinn’s mouth was, as her friends often complained, ‘extremely loud and incredibly unnecessary.’ Which was an apt descriptor for most of Harley’s actions, really.

Still, she seemed earnest in her excitement, scurrying closer to take a better look at the object of her attention. “Ohmygosh, izzat a hawk?!” Harley gushed, eyes sparkling as she stared at the stranger’s dignified bird. “He’s so puh-retty! Whatsis name?” 

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A small animal whimpered in her arms as she held it close and protectively. Sakura had found the poor thing on her way home from school and she couldn’t just leave him there! She had to help. “Excuse me!” the little girls ran up to the dark stranger. “Please help me, he’s hurt and I don’t know what to do!”

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"... Are you... alright?"

@samurai-esquire

Oh.

Klavier had definitely not expected the other prosecutor to walk into his office, and especially not at this kind of emotional moment. He absolutely hated to be seen as anything but the suave rock star persona, a front he put up quite often, so this was a major disaster for him.

“...Yea- Ja. Just allergies..?”

The questioning tone probably gave him away.

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@samurai-esquire

“Alright, I’m here. What is it you needed help with?” Not only had the prosecutor asked for his help, but he had sounded really serious over the phone. This wasn’t any time for their usual cheeky banter or mocking each other. His mouth is set in a line, looking over Blackquill. The last time he had seen him like this had been a year ago...

(What’s going on...?)