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Trucy Wright is an inquisitive girl. No, you know what, he’ll go one step further.
Trucy Wright is an incredibly nosy girl.
She loves gossip and rummaging through people’s possessions, much to the exasperation of Phoenix and everyone else who frequents the Wright Anything Agency. She is known to pickpocket your belongings to do magic tricks with them, and seems fascinated by diaries and anywhere else that people might have stored their secrets. And she always wants to know if people have crushes on anyone or things like that.
Of course, she doesn’t mean anything malicious by this. She isn’t going to spread the history of your love life all over the internet or mock you for anything… she’s just nosy. And Phoenix honestly finds it quite funny.
One day, he finds her sat on the couch in the Wright Anything Agency rummaging through an old cardboard box.
“Uh, where did you get that?” he asks.
“I found it in the attic, Daddy,” Trucy says. “It’s all old stuff of yours from elementary school. You know, school reports and homework projects and school photos. Aww, look at your hair in this one!”
Trucy holds up a photo of Phoenix in fifth grade, his spiky hair looking like an explosion. She giggles and he rolls his eyes.
She continues rummaging, and then picks up a book. It’s small and tattered, and has a picture of the blue Signal Samurai on the front. Wait, he recognises that book.
Oh crap.
“Trucy…”
But she opens it and starts to flick through it.
“Hey, this is a diary. I didn’t know you kept a diary. Oh this is so cute. Daddy, why have you gone red?”
Phoenix doesn’t reply. He walks out of the room, wondering if it is impossible to die of embarrassment.