// I love an excuse to talk about Yuta's tattoos hehe

I always knew I was nonbinary. Nobody in Khura‘in ever questioned that, it‘s as normal to us as anything else. It‘s curious how narrow-minded the States are in this regard.

I miss Clover. Sigh.

"Good luck, Mr. Wright. You may need it!"

Romantic feelings truly make no sense. Why does my heart beat so much faster around him? It feels like it‘s getting ready to fight him rather than kiss him.

"I‘m pretty sure you‘re not exempt either."

"My condolences. It is not easy to be considered family by Datz." They wouldn’t trade it for anything, though.

"Oh, yes. He would enjoy that very much. I‘m almost looking forward to the tale he spins out of all that tonight…"

"Mmmh. I don’t know who that is. But if he breaks anything, I can pay for it."

"You will survive. Probably."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but he has like a built in radar for Apollo and me. He will definitely come find him. And maybe kidnap him."

"I unleashed him on the world. He can find his enrichment out there. If he gets himself arrested, I will not bail him out." They totally will.

Datz just told me he is bored. Statements that precede disaster.

I had a meeting with Prosecutor Edgeworth, but he never showed. Strange, he‘s usually very reliable.

I suppose my uncle is here to stay for a while. Sigh

"Always. He doesn’t do things normally, ever."

"Interesting is one way to describe it…"

Came back to the window in my hotel room being open. Managed to catch the intruder and threw them to the ground, almost dislocated their shoulder. It was my uncle.

The journey through the snowy mountains to the old springs on my bare feet is easier than walking in the shoes they've provided me with this evening. Next time I'm insisting on dressing myself again

The prosecutor building is kind of eerie in the middle of the night. Reminds me of my sleepless nights wandering the palace halls. Always expecting shadows around the corner.

There is a rebellious glint in their eye very like their late father‘s intensity. "No offense, Mr. Edgeworth. But I‘d like to see you try and force me to give her up."

The presentation of the Pokemon League and the Elite 4 and all that in X/Y is really damn cool

"It's not permitted to take evidence off-premises."

"Subordinates... It is not my first language, I don't know what you call them." They were stubborn, though. "Anyway, no, absolutely not. I will keep her with me until I can personally hand her back to the rightful owner."

I'd like to see him try and take it away. 😒

"You might want to check in with your subjects then, because they told me something else. Found it quite funny, too. Either they're lying to you, or they have a cruel sense of humor. I would not be surprised either way, they have yet to treat me with even an ounce of respect."

"She is already distressed enough, she is less distressed with me. I'm not giving her to a butcher to expose her to her kin being slaughtered one door down. It's cruel."

"To a 'farm', they say. To a butcher, they meant."

"That /thing/ is a /she/, Mr. Edgeworth. And of course I did, where was I supposed to put her?"

It is a little difficult to focus on work when there is a baby goat stomping around and bleating demandingly.

Her name is Clover. She is technically a witness. But I'm not letting the local police handle her, the poor thing is traumatized enough

I fear this lipstick is not kiss proof. It is very pretty, though.

It‘s not easy to put all this hair in a bun but I managed it

"Will do."

"Hopefully they will determine that the bag is harmless soon. Until then, I will just try and stay busy."

"Thank you, that‘s very nice. But if I interpreted Si— ehem, Blackquill‘s cryptic message correctly, he has already sent Taka to bring me a snack."

"He wasn't, I'm afraid. We're stuck for the foreseeable future. And the only vegan thing in this vending machine is the orange juice. Sigh."

The courthouse is on shutdown because they found a suspicious bag. That's definitely what I needed today...

It‘s really difficult to speak to your mother when your mother is also the Queen

I admit I enjoy worldly things a lot. I bought these silky pyjamas that feel like water on my skin and now I can’t wait to get into bed

"I could show you something a little more beginner friendly, if you want." They pulled their leg back down and rolled their neck. "I do recall you mentioning backpain before, didn't I?"

"Years of hard training and discipline," Nahyuta said casually, extending a hand for the files. "Frankly, I‘m almost amateurish compared to some of the other monks."

"Good day, Chief Prosecutor." Said with a leg behind their ear. "Can I help you?"

Nahyuta is doing yoga in their office, twisted up like a pretzel, don't mind them.

No hell is awful enough for the likes of this putrid witness. I am about to lose it. Holy Mother, give me strength.

I‘ll never get used to these dizzy spells. I can work through the pain, but that part is particularly annoying.

I like to think I am quite on top of English slang, but it seems I still have much to learn. I know now what 'can I rizz you up' means.

I'm so tired, I don't remember how to ask for the coffee I like at the coffeeshop I frequent. I know it in Khura'inese. But the translation eludes me.

One of my advisors called me in a panic just to tell me that some allegedly super important guy needs to speak to me urgently, and all he did is proposition me. To wake me for this should be punishable.

It is hard to rest when someone always needs something. I really need a break…