ext_201936 ([identity profile] pleading-ngri.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2009-03-02 05:19 am (UTC)

Client. Classified information. Smug jerk.

. . . oh, come on. Tell me that my roomate isn't a lawyer too.

It would have made a terrible, shouldn't-be-funny kind of sense, though. He already knew that Edgeworth's room was practically the Landel's Institute prosecutors' lounge. Maybe they'd stick the defense attorneys in one room, too. Phoenix had seen a lot stranger, even before he'd come here.

"Really?" He leaned forward another inch, interest painted transparently across his features. "I mean, I know what you mean. I'm a lawyer myself, so I see a lot of that kind of thing." To be more accurate, Phoenix actually did a lot of that kind of thing, but he wasn't about to tell this very nice, very polite lady about the subtle joys of making prosecutors apoplectic with the I-know-something-you-don't-know song and dance routine. "What does - did - he do for a living?" He had mentioned something about retirement, hadn't he? It must've been a good job if he could retire already; he hadn't looked that old.

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