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Phoenix always knew that, sooner or later, running out of the office in a rush because he lost track of time would come back to bite him. He sighs, running his hands over his face. To think he’d leave the autopsy report back at the office…
He could just ask Blackquill for a copy of it, given that he’s the prosecutor for the case, but Phoenix is pretty sure he’d get attacked by a hawk if he did. It’s Athena’s day off, so he can’t just ask her for it. Maybe he could call Detective Gumshoe and ask to be texted a copy? But Gumshoe would probably tell Edgeworth and then he’d get a lecture about ‘you’re a thirty-six year old man and you can’t remember to bring the entire case record’.
Pacing back and forth, he’s so caught up trying to think of a solution that he doesn’t notice the blue-clad magician approaching until she’s yelling “boo!” in his face.
“A-Aahh?!” He stumbles back, eyes wide before his brain catches up. “Trucy?” His daughter is nearly doubled over, laughing at his reaction, and he playfully rolls his eyes. She loves startling people, but usually it’s with Mr. Hat. And usually he's not the one being startled.
“Good job giving me a heart attack-” “You’re welcome, daddy!” “-but why are you here? I thought you were working on your magic show?” He’s happy seeing his daughter, of course, he always is, but she’s spent all week practicing some big, mysterious trick for her Wonderbar show, so it’s surprising to see her at the courthouse.
“I am! Buuuut, the Trucy Express has a delivery for you.” She flicks her hand, and a piece of paper appears, as if from thin air. He’s seen her do similar tricks for years, but still has absolutely no idea how she does it.
She holds the paper out and he carefully takes it, eyes shooting up towards his hairline as he looks at it. “Huh? The autopsy report!?”
“It was on your desk. It looked important, so I thought I’d bring it.”
“In other words, you knew I forgot it and took pity on your dear old dad so I don’t get attacked by a hawk today?”
“Yep!” She sticks her tongue out at him, hitting the brim of her hat with her knuckles.
He could cry. He won’t have to patch himself up from hawk talons after the trial. “You are the best daughter and CEO anyone could ask for.” What did he do to deserve such a great daughter?
“Hehe, you’ve got that wright , daddy.” Phoenix snorts, shaking his head at the pun. “Since I’m so great…” Ah, the haggling phase. “Can we get noodles tonight?”
He’d honestly been expecting something bigger, like a year advance on her allowance or being allowed to use pyrotechnics in her show (something she’s been begging for all year). “Ha, sure. Eldoon’s?” He doesn’t really need to ask - the agency should get a loyal customer discount with how often they go there - but Trucy nods. Eldoon’s it is then.
Behind Phoenix, the bailiff calls out that the trial will be starting soon. “If the trial doesn’t go long, I’ll be back by six and we can get noodles.” Trucy's always liked being told when he'll be home, ever since he first adopted her. It's not hard to figure out why.
"Okay!" Trucy darts forward, wrapping her arms around him, and he immediately returns the hug. Pushing her hat back a bit, he presses a kiss to her forehead before letting her go. "Tell Taka 'hi' from me. And Prosecutor Blackquill too, I guess."
"I will, from a very, very safe distance." Where neither can attack him.