((I’m thinking of deleting the thank you for the follow posts unanswered, my blog looks like a post spam of it and I really don’t like seeing this. I also have not been here much because I don’t really know what to do here anymore, also my muse haven’t been so great but this isn’t new information…))
Ah, this was Mitsurugi’s counterpart’s office in the past? This should mean that there was a Japanese version of Byrne, if history went the same way. Naruhodou was writing in a quite small letter, trying to use the most he could of the paper.
>Wait, how do you know that? You do not seem to have already retired, so did have any contact with someone from the future?
As much as his strong sense of justice pushed him away from the law, Byrne loved his job. It was also thanks to it Kay’s future was secured, and was able to pursue his escapade as the Yatagarasu with all the resources provided by his partner from the force.
I still have some more years left in me before I plan to retire, and it’s not like I can avoid encounters from future visitors even if I could, considering this is Mr. Edgeworth’s office in the future.
Kay made Valentine’s Day cards in class and gave one to me, I told her to keep the one she made for Badd in case I see him again. I bought a Valentine themed Swiss roll to have for dessert this morning, today seems to be going well despite the pile of work at my desk.
The first thing that came to his mind was ‘who was this person and how did he know Gregory?’ until he heard the word ‘Faraday’ he couldn’t possibly be Kay’s father,he’s heard he died when Kay was young like Miles “Hello Mr Faraday it’s nice to meet you” He took his hat off and placed it on his chest as he bowed and plopped it back on his head “
I was,how do you know?”
My partner met Mr. Edgeworth through a case, and you do seem to get around.
It wasn’t the first time he has met this man, however Byrne didn’t see it as necessary to mention it for now.
Good thing Naruhodou carried a pen with him right now. You never know when you may need one. Taking a sheet, he started writing to Byrne.
>Sorry for the inconvenience. I’m Ryuuichi Naruhodou, actually. I am indeed an alternate of Phoenix Wright. Could you write your name? I didn’t get it the first time.
Instead of writing it, the prosecutor went through his paperwork. Finding a page addressed to his name wasn’t hard work, nor did he want Wright’s paper to finish so quickly. Upon finding one, Faraday turned the paper to face the other and pointed at the location of his name.
Byrne Faraday is my name. From what I’ve heard you know Mr. Edgeworth right? He’s the one who inherited this room after my leave, in results I find a lot of his visitors accidentally stepping inside my office.
"Ah… paper. That is… good." He knew at least this word, very important to indicate people how he preferred to communicate with English speakers. He could see Byrne seemed to be confused over the whole scenario, but he hoped this could be solved soon.
Looking around the office, Naruhodou tried to locate any sheet of paper they could use, but could only see some files Byrne was reading. Would he mind if he wrote on the verse of those?
Right, now to find some paper…
Not that his office lacked any of it at all, it was understandable to have anyone look at his mess of papers and confuse any stacks for needless paperwork on his desk. Wright eyeing at the piles gave away his thoughts, too bad all of them seemed to be of use.
Mr Wright, I do happen to be using those unfortunately, where could I have placed—ah, there we go.
It took quite a bit of rummaging through binders, but all efforts were rewarded. Old photocopies of an ancient case seemed sufficient, he could always make new copies and his foreign visitor could write in the back without any problems.
Do you carry a pen? I could lend you mine if you like.