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@hauntingattorney.bsky.social
๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐. ๐ฐ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ด๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐.แ || Gregory Edgeworth || WRITTEN BY #SUNNYPHUSPRIME || MUN IS A MINOR #ACEATTORNEYRP #MVRP #SFWRP
He should try to celebrate this month.
Being queer apparently runs in the family. Maybe.
He's going to assume his son placed the flag on the grave. Maybe.
Now who draped the non binary flag over his grave? He appreciates it.
Missing a certain someone. He should give them a visit.
( Some ex defense attorney, I assume, called you a disappointment. )
( Nobody gets to call my son a disappointment and get away with it. )
The urge to watch the film adaptation of his favorite book.
( I wish I could hug my son again. Mmm... )
Awww. The old man is learning different labels. Everyone clap.
[ NC ] ( It's almost Pride Month, son. You know what that means. )
Sunnyโก Maaaa there's a wolf on my screen
Shifting in place to glance over at him. A warm smile formed on the otherwise deathly cold visage. He doesn't mean to scare him.
๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.@veritasculpae.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ His heart races, pounds loud in his ears. Eyes dart around, and he sighs softly. Itโs fine. Donโt start crying, Miles. โ I shouldnโt let this get to me. โ โ
Lifting a hand up before lowering it, stuffing it into the pocket of his coat. His apparition shimmered from the brief ray of sunlight. He turned to face the bookshelf, glancing at each and every case files. How very interesting. . . All of them seemingly organized. He dared not speak.
๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.@veritasculpae.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ and stop worrying about a- silly . . . spirit illusion in the corner of my office. โ And yet - said โillusionโ still protrudes nearby and Miles still tries not to acknowledge their presence. It scares him. โ Ah. Ghosts arenโt real. โ โ
Is it possible for a spirit to feel a hint of depression? Surely not. Right?
Squinting his eyes at him. Only to push up his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. Guess he'll just read until Miles calms down enough. ( hm. ) A barely audible yet haunting whisper. He's worried.
๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.@veritasculpae.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ Without realizing, time does seem to slow as both eyes . . remain covered. Calm down, it isnโt that serious. Breathe. โ You need more rest, Miles. It has been a long day. โ Talking to himself. . โ
Please don't be afraid. He is incapable of being scary towards his own son.
๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ต๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ.@veritasculpae.bsky.social ยท last yr.โ Oh. . . ! He is very afraid. This isnโt real, he shuts his eyes and takes a deep in - deep out breaths. Hmmm. ๐ง โ
( Then that's your choice. I ain't forcing it onto you. )
๐. ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฒ@flammaeiniustitia.bsky.social ยท last yr."What if I don't want one?"
Make that Mister Captain Autism the Second /j
( Until you eventually decide to get a diagnosis. Who knows. )
๐. ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฒ@flammaeiniustitia.bsky.social ยท last yr."Eh, it's good enough for me."
( They reeeeeally need to make healthcare more accessible. I would offer to pay for it but I'm dead, unfortunately. )
๐. ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฒ@flammaeiniustitia.bsky.social ยท last yr."Don't have the money for it, unfortunately."
( Gotta love having autism. It does get easier when getting older. )
๐. ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฒ@flammaeiniustitia.bsky.social ยท last yr."Huh. Interesting."