A lawyer. His face slowly contorts into a grimace. "Phoenix Wright. Right. The lawyer from the fuckin' DS game. Yea, ok, right. Ash Ketchum here too? Fuckin' Detective Mackenzie can help me work that shit out," he retorts in a vaguely mocking way, turning to the side to glare at nothing.
But then again, Hanna can do a lot with those runes. D'they toss me here 'cause I stormed out!? This like time out or some shit? They had no god damn right! The hell they think they are, anyway!? Chewing one side of his lower lip pensively, Veser thought about her use of 'world' again.
"So you're telling me I'm in some whackjob world where fictional people totally exist." Once more his arms are crossed, the bite in his voice receding. It's not HER fault, right?
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But then again, Hanna can do a lot with those runes. D'they toss me here 'cause I stormed out!? This like time out or some shit? They had no god damn right! The hell they think they are, anyway!? Chewing one side of his lower lip pensively, Veser thought about her use of 'world' again.
"So you're telling me I'm in some whackjob world where fictional people totally exist." Once more his arms are crossed, the bite in his voice receding. It's not HER fault, right?
Not crazy at all, right?