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mixingbowl2016-05-24 10:02 pm
pollygrapher) wrote in mixingbowl2016-05-24 10:02 pm
[ She grins at Apollo -- for once, he's agreeing to bribe someone, even if it's just Ema and Snackoos. Still, it's something she can mark off of her 'get Apollo to-do' list. ]
I don't think I've ever met anyone that's so happy to both eat and toss a snack at the same time! I suppose it makes for a good snack during trials, though!
...Maybe we can make her a bottle of homemade luminol! I'll bet they have videos on the internet! [ She's... pulling her phone out to see if she can't find a recipe for the chemical in question, when he questions her. She looks up again, tipping her head slightly. ] Polly, they've always had limited edition snack flavors, in almost anything you can buy! You... you didn't know?
I don't think I've ever met anyone that's so happy to both eat and toss a snack at the same time! I suppose it makes for a good snack during trials, though!
...Maybe we can make her a bottle of homemade luminol! I'll bet they have videos on the internet! [ She's... pulling her phone out to see if she can't find a recipe for the chemical in question, when he questions her. She looks up again, tipping her head slightly. ] Polly, they've always had limited edition snack flavors, in almost anything you can buy! You... you didn't know?
Can't really say I spent a lot of time following these trends. [His voice is a tad dry as he replies.] Is it really that big of a deal?
[Trucy's foray into the internet has Apollo looking on with increasing alarm, though--that is definitely a big deal.]
Let's make sure we won't be doing something highly illegal before we even look up those videos. [Helpfully, he covers up the screen with his hand, suppressing a sigh.] What happened to bribing her with snackoos?
[He'd liked that plan! It sounded reasonable and definitely not as suspicious.]
[Trucy's foray into the internet has Apollo looking on with increasing alarm, though--that is definitely a big deal.]
Let's make sure we won't be doing something highly illegal before we even look up those videos. [Helpfully, he covers up the screen with his hand, suppressing a sigh.] What happened to bribing her with snackoos?
[He'd liked that plan! It sounded reasonable and definitely not as suspicious.]
Polly, you're missing out! They're delicious. I like the vanilla cream ones, personally, but those are only a winter flavor. Yes, they're kind of a big deal!
[ Not really. But to her they are. She blinks when he covers the phone screen, effectively cutting off her video on DoTube. ]
Aw, it's not illegal. I think they were using highlighter fluid-- oh, we're still doing that. I just thought some hand made luminol would be a nice gesture. Oh, maybe we can bake Snackoos,too, while we're at it!
[ She's got that overly determined look on her face... ]
[ Not really. But to her they are. She blinks when he covers the phone screen, effectively cutting off her video on DoTube. ]
Aw, it's not illegal. I think they were using highlighter fluid-- oh, we're still doing that. I just thought some hand made luminol would be a nice gesture. Oh, maybe we can bake Snackoos,too, while we're at it!
[ She's got that overly determined look on her face... ]
How did we go from buying limited edition flavors to making everything ourselves? [Yes, he's a little bemused.]
I'll say this: you really don't make things easy for yourself.
[Apollo pauses as something else occurs to him.] Do you even know how to bake? [He peers at her suspiciously. Come to think of it, has he ever seen her or Mr. Wright cook before?]
I'll say this: you really don't make things easy for yourself.
[Apollo pauses as something else occurs to him.] Do you even know how to bake? [He peers at her suspiciously. Come to think of it, has he ever seen her or Mr. Wright cook before?]
Magic. That's how. [ She grins at the poor man, looking quite pleased. Honestly, how hard can all this DYI stuff be? ]
Okay, we'll compromise. We will buy the real deal, and then try to make them ourselves later! See? Not complicated at all!
[ She blinks. ] Do I know how to bake... Polly, I'm a girl! Of course I know how to bake!
[ She doesn't know how to bake. Or cook, for that matter. If it’s not delivery, noodles, or made in the microwave, she and Phoenix don't eat. ]
Okay, we'll compromise. We will buy the real deal, and then try to make them ourselves later! See? Not complicated at all!
[ She blinks. ] Do I know how to bake... Polly, I'm a girl! Of course I know how to bake!
[ She doesn't know how to bake. Or cook, for that matter. If it’s not delivery, noodles, or made in the microwave, she and Phoenix don't eat. ]
I'll take that as a 'no'... [While he might have been taken in by her confident reassurances once upon a time, Apollo knows her far too well at this point to fall for it.
He sighs.]
If we're baking anything, you have to promise you won't try anything unless I'm there with you.
[Living on his own meant that Apollo had picked up a lot of skills out of sheer desperation--like cooking, for example. He's no ace at making fancy stuff, or even baking, but he figures he should at least stick around to supervise Trucy's attempts. Somehow, Apollo doesn't think Mr. Wright would appreciate it if he came home and found his kitchen half-destroyed by fire.]
He sighs.]
If we're baking anything, you have to promise you won't try anything unless I'm there with you.
[Living on his own meant that Apollo had picked up a lot of skills out of sheer desperation--like cooking, for example. He's no ace at making fancy stuff, or even baking, but he figures he should at least stick around to supervise Trucy's attempts. Somehow, Apollo doesn't think Mr. Wright would appreciate it if he came home and found his kitchen half-destroyed by fire.]
I can bake the kind of cookies that already come rolled up as dough. All you do is slice and bake! [ SEE? That totally counts! She snickers at his expression, enjoying it far more than she should. ]
Okay! Besides, it'll be more fun if we're both involved! [ Poor Apollo. She's pretty determined about this now, but at least he's humoring her for the moment.
She springs from the bench with a bright smile suddenly. ]
Come on, Polly! Let's go buy those Snackoos and get to bribing! We'll definitely bake later!
Okay! Besides, it'll be more fun if we're both involved! [ Poor Apollo. She's pretty determined about this now, but at least he's humoring her for the moment.
She springs from the bench with a bright smile suddenly. ]
Come on, Polly! Let's go buy those Snackoos and get to bribing! We'll definitely bake later!
Remind me why we're buying snackoos and making them from scratch again?
[He can't help but quip even as he forces himself off the bench with a long-suffering sigh. She's doing this just to mess with him, he knows it.
The picture and the rest of the information gets tucked safely back into the folder. Feeling a flash of mischief, Apollo taps the brim of her hat, making it slide down to cover her eyes.]
Hey, I promised to treat you, didn't I? Let's stop by some place near the market after we get those snackoos.
[He can't help but quip even as he forces himself off the bench with a long-suffering sigh. She's doing this just to mess with him, he knows it.
The picture and the rest of the information gets tucked safely back into the folder. Feeling a flash of mischief, Apollo taps the brim of her hat, making it slide down to cover her eyes.]
Hey, I promised to treat you, didn't I? Let's stop by some place near the market after we get those snackoos.
Because the next time we need a bribe, we'll be able to make a ton of them and do it cheaply... also, they'll be gourmet Snackoos! And then we can just eat them all instead of giving them away.
[ DUH, Polly! She grins at him, laughing as suddenly, there's darkness via her hat. She tips it back up and loops an arm around one of his as she tends to do when they're walking somewherehe'll inevitably get pulled along to.
...Hey, he did promise lunch! She visibly brightens further, almost impossibly at his words. She'd been so caught up in potential relations and Snackoos, she'd spaced it! ]
Okay, Polly! Where did you want to get lunch, anyways? Oh! While we're at the store, I can show you all of the limited edition flavors of everything!
[ DUH, Polly! She grins at him, laughing as suddenly, there's darkness via her hat. She tips it back up and loops an arm around one of his as she tends to do when they're walking somewhere
...Hey, he did promise lunch! She visibly brightens further, almost impossibly at his words. She'd been so caught up in potential relations and Snackoos, she'd spaced it! ]
Okay, Polly! Where did you want to get lunch, anyways? Oh! While we're at the store, I can show you all of the limited edition flavors of everything!
[ The day started out like any other -- especially now that it's summer. Trucy's slept in late today, after studying for exams and projects thrown at her left and right, she's deserved a break like this. ESPECIALLY with her dad gone yet again on another 'super secret mission' that isn't that super secret to her, at least. She's heard him on the phone with Edgeworth, after all.
It's late afternoon at this point, and she's finally up and about. She's in the office still, of course, but in the little room she's designated as her 'bedroom' of sorts. She's been busy practicing various tricks here and there, namely the more dangerous ones she knows her dad wouldn't be happy to find out about. Today, it's throwing knives.
She's set up a large piece of wood, so not to ruin the wall of course, and she's been busily throwing her knives at it. Some stick, others don't... it's frustrating. But practice makes perfect, and she's not going to let this get the best of her. She picks up the knives to try again; a knife is hurled as hard as she can at the board, except this time it sets off a chain reaction of sorts -- it rebounds off of a knife she couldn't get un-stuck from said board with a soft clink, and it happens so fast Trucy has no time to react when it flies right back at her and cuts directly across the top of her left arm.
She's not even sure what happened at first, not until she feels a sudden searing pain coming from her arm and something very wet and warm rolling down her skin. Looking at the damage, she has to cringe a little -- it's deep, and she's pretty sure she's never bled quite this much in her entire life. Initially, panic sets in, as she quickly uses a hand to try and keep the blood from hitting the carpet.
She's not sure if Apollo is still in the office or not -- she's hoping not, because he's going to freak, she's afraid -- but she has no choice but to try and get to the bathroom to get some water on this wound, and to use the mirror to further look at it. She's not sure if she'll need to go to the hospital or not, either.
Slowly, she slides out of her room and down the stairs, wincing every time a drop of blood hits the ground. At least it's not carpeted anymore. She tip toes to the bottom and glances around, before trying to casually slide into the bathroom. The door shuts with a soft click, and she leans over the sink as she removes her hand from the wound, paling as an entire handful of blood splatters onto the white porcelain. ]
Uh-oh...
It's late afternoon at this point, and she's finally up and about. She's in the office still, of course, but in the little room she's designated as her 'bedroom' of sorts. She's been busy practicing various tricks here and there, namely the more dangerous ones she knows her dad wouldn't be happy to find out about. Today, it's throwing knives.
She's set up a large piece of wood, so not to ruin the wall of course, and she's been busily throwing her knives at it. Some stick, others don't... it's frustrating. But practice makes perfect, and she's not going to let this get the best of her. She picks up the knives to try again; a knife is hurled as hard as she can at the board, except this time it sets off a chain reaction of sorts -- it rebounds off of a knife she couldn't get un-stuck from said board with a soft clink, and it happens so fast Trucy has no time to react when it flies right back at her and cuts directly across the top of her left arm.
She's not even sure what happened at first, not until she feels a sudden searing pain coming from her arm and something very wet and warm rolling down her skin. Looking at the damage, she has to cringe a little -- it's deep, and she's pretty sure she's never bled quite this much in her entire life. Initially, panic sets in, as she quickly uses a hand to try and keep the blood from hitting the carpet.
She's not sure if Apollo is still in the office or not -- she's hoping not, because he's going to freak, she's afraid -- but she has no choice but to try and get to the bathroom to get some water on this wound, and to use the mirror to further look at it. She's not sure if she'll need to go to the hospital or not, either.
Slowly, she slides out of her room and down the stairs, wincing every time a drop of blood hits the ground. At least it's not carpeted anymore. She tip toes to the bottom and glances around, before trying to casually slide into the bathroom. The door shuts with a soft click, and she leans over the sink as she removes her hand from the wound, paling as an entire handful of blood splatters onto the white porcelain. ]
Uh-oh...
[How she comes up with these schemes he has no idea, but he's totally grinning and doing a terrible job of hiding it.]
Trucy's crash course in limited edition snack foods? I'll try to contain my excitement. [Apollo lets her tug him along, not even trying to pull his arm out of her grip.] I think there's a cafe that opened up in that area recently. How about we scope it out for lunch?
Trucy's crash course in limited edition snack foods? I'll try to contain my excitement. [Apollo lets her tug him along, not even trying to pull his arm out of her grip.] I think there's a cafe that opened up in that area recently. How about we scope it out for lunch?
[ Poor Apollo. She's got an imagination, that's for sure... whether or not it's a good thing or a bad thing is yet to be determined. ]
I'm glad, I'm sure you'll be paying attention the whole time! [ She blinks at his suggestion, and then nods happily, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. ] Sure, that sounds great! It's been a while since we've gone out to lunch together!
[ Into the supermarket they go, and she lets him go to grab a cart. Unfortunately, this also means she's going to ride this cart hell bent down the aisles... but at least she's not dragging him along with her.
She stops only when she nearly crashes into a rather large display of those delicious limited edition Snackoos. ]
Wow, look at them, Polly! There's more than I thought there were! Whoa, they even have salted watermelon flavor! [ He'll have to excuse her as she just. Starts tossing bags into the cart left and right. ]
I'm glad, I'm sure you'll be paying attention the whole time! [ She blinks at his suggestion, and then nods happily, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. ] Sure, that sounds great! It's been a while since we've gone out to lunch together!
[ Into the supermarket they go, and she lets him go to grab a cart. Unfortunately, this also means she's going to ride this cart hell bent down the aisles... but at least she's not dragging him along with her.
She stops only when she nearly crashes into a rather large display of those delicious limited edition Snackoos. ]
Wow, look at them, Polly! There's more than I thought there were! Whoa, they even have salted watermelon flavor! [ He'll have to excuse her as she just. Starts tossing bags into the cart left and right. ]
[After working with the Wrights for the better part of a year, Apollo's learned not to disturb Trucy while she's fiddling with her magic props. He has no desire to be roped into helping out and then possibly forced into some glittery outfit he'd rather not be seen in. Halfway through filling out some report, Apollo can't help but notice how quiet it is. Not that he's complaining, but Trucy's never so quiet when she's practicing. Frankly, the longer the silence drags on, the more nervous Apollo's becoming.
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]
Finally, he pushes his chair back, curiosity (and worry) getting the better of him.]
Trucy? [Apollo frowns when he doesn't get a reply immediately, venturing further into the hallway. That's when he notices the blood on the hardwood floor. He inhales sharply, the alarm hitting him full force.]
Trucy?! [This time he doesn't bother to keep his voice down.]
[ Busted. She can hear the panic in her older brother's voice when he calls for her, and she looks around frantically, trying to figure out how to make this look... well, not as bad as it probably is. She quickly grabs the towel from where it's hanging up and wraps it around her arm, as though the blood isn't going to soak through, as if the sink and the bathroom floor don't look like a massacre already. ]
I'm in the bathroom, Polly--
[ She opens the door enough to poke her head out, flashing him a nervous grin. ]
No worries, I'm okay! I just cut myself a little. I'm fine!
[ She's doing her best to keep the soaked through towel out of his line of sight, and to keep her grin in place, but this really hurts and she's kind of panicking, too. Just a little. ]
I'm in the bathroom, Polly--
[ She opens the door enough to poke her head out, flashing him a nervous grin. ]
No worries, I'm okay! I just cut myself a little. I'm fine!
[ She's doing her best to keep the soaked through towel out of his line of sight, and to keep her grin in place, but this really hurts and she's kind of panicking, too. Just a little. ]
[Yeah, that's not suspicious at all. Apollo practically zooms over to the bathroom as soon as he hears her voice, he's never moved so quickly in his life. Though he doesn't try to push the door open, he does eye her suspiciously, both hands propped on his hips.]
A little? You were bleeding all over the floor!
[His hand presses against the door lightly, his eyes boring into hers.] Let me see.
A little? You were bleeding all over the floor!
[His hand presses against the door lightly, his eyes boring into hers.] Let me see.
[Trucy, please stop trying to give him a heart attack. Even though she's clearly avoided crashing into the display, Apollo's heart still gives a nervous jolt at the narrow miss.
To distract himself from the impending heart failure, he eyes the growing pile of Snackoos with two parts trepidation and one part dubiousness.]
Does she even like all these flavors? [Apollo plucks a bag from the cart and...stares at the label.] Caviar flavor, seriously? Who the heck would eat this??
To distract himself from the impending heart failure, he eyes the growing pile of Snackoos with two parts trepidation and one part dubiousness.]
Does she even like all these flavors? [Apollo plucks a bag from the cart and...stares at the label.] Caviar flavor, seriously? Who the heck would eat this??
[ Oh, come on, Apollo! This is practically her job! She should be getting paid for all the times she's managed to freak him out or get his poor heart to stop just momentarily. She watches him, a playful, mischievous smile forming on her lips. ]
...Klavier Gavin, maybe. If they taste expensive, he probably would like them! Something tells me... Ema, not so much. But we should definitely buy those anyways! You know. Just in case we need them... for reasons.
...Klavier Gavin, maybe. If they taste expensive, he probably would like them! Something tells me... Ema, not so much. But we should definitely buy those anyways! You know. Just in case we need them... for reasons.
[ This isn't good. She laughs nervously again, waving a hand at him. Unfortunately, the soaked through towel hits the floor because she's let it go. She looks over her shoulder, staring down at it blankly for a moment. ]
It's not that bad-- [ She's straining to keep the wound from his view as she tries to retrieve the towel... this is stupid, though, because he's going to find out anyways. So, with a defeated sigh, she relents. ]
...Okay. Don't freak out, okay? [ Stepping back, she opens the door to let him see the full extent of the damage. There's a guilty look on her face suddenly, because she doesn't want to worry him. ]
See? Not that bad!
It's not that bad-- [ She's straining to keep the wound from his view as she tries to retrieve the towel... this is stupid, though, because he's going to find out anyways. So, with a defeated sigh, she relents. ]
...Okay. Don't freak out, okay? [ Stepping back, she opens the door to let him see the full extent of the damage. There's a guilty look on her face suddenly, because she doesn't want to worry him. ]
See? Not that bad!
[Apollo tries to imagine Gavin eating the chips and has to suppress a grin.] Caviar flavored chips, the stuff of rockstar diet.
If you're not planning to eat them, who are you saving these for? [He turns his suspicious gaze on her.]
If you're not planning to eat them, who are you saving these for? [He turns his suspicious gaze on her.]
[As if Apollo's stress levels weren't already high enough, the combination of the blood-soaked towel and the splattered bathroom tiles definitely make him freeze, mind going blank.]
Oh my God. [He says weakly, face pale. The rational part of him that knows how to handle injuries is quickly drowned out by his panic.
It's ridiculous. As an attorney, he's seen his fair share of blood at the crime scenes. ...but those victims were never part of his family, not like Trucy is.]
Oh my God. [He says weakly, face pale. The rational part of him that knows how to handle injuries is quickly drowned out by his panic.
It's ridiculous. As an attorney, he's seen his fair share of blood at the crime scenes. ...but those victims were never part of his family, not like Trucy is.]
...I think I know one other person who may like them, too... [ Looking at you, Edgeworth. ]
Oh, there's a few bullies at school who need to be put in their place. [ And she's sure this will do the trick. ] OOO! Coconut macaroon flavored ones!
[ The cart is getting awfully full, she's piling the Snackoos in, two of each flavor. ]
Oh, there's a few bullies at school who need to be put in their place. [ And she's sure this will do the trick. ] OOO! Coconut macaroon flavored ones!
[ The cart is getting awfully full, she's piling the Snackoos in, two of each flavor. ]
...Are you okay? [ She's staring at poor Apollo, suddenly feeling extremely concerned for the poor young attorney. He doesn't look so good suddenly.
She casually turns the faucet on and splashes water on the wound, hiding her INSANE NEED to cringe because it stings, but she thinks that if there's not as much blood, he'll feel better. ]
You should go sit down, Polly... do you want me to get you some water?
[ Honestly, he looks like he may pass out... ]
She casually turns the faucet on and splashes water on the wound, hiding her INSANE NEED to cringe because it stings, but she thinks that if there's not as much blood, he'll feel better. ]
You should go sit down, Polly... do you want me to get you some water?
[ Honestly, he looks like he may pass out... ]
Edited 2016-06-19 20:05 (UTC)
[Get a grip, Justice. Once Apollo shakes off the panic, the mortification starts to set in, as does the redness in his face. It isn't the time for that, though, not with Trucy being injured like this.]
I'm fine. You're the one who needs looking after here, Trucy. [Apollo firmly waves aside her concern, stepping closer to examine the cut. He's careful not to jostle her arm too much.]
Stay here. I'll get the first aid kit. [Worry quickens his steps, and he's back with the supplies in record time. But first--he hands her a fresh towel to press to the injury.]
I'm fine. You're the one who needs looking after here, Trucy. [Apollo firmly waves aside her concern, stepping closer to examine the cut. He's careful not to jostle her arm too much.]
Stay here. I'll get the first aid kit. [Worry quickens his steps, and he's back with the supplies in record time. But first--he hands her a fresh towel to press to the injury.]
[Apollo pauses.] I don't know if feeding the bullies will get them to back off.
Wait. [Her words finally catch up with him, and he narrows his eyes at her.] What bullies?
Wait. [Her words finally catch up with him, and he narrows his eyes at her.] What bullies?
But it's not that bad-- [ She quiets down and goes completely still when he examines her cut, because as careful as he is being she doesn't want to move to quickly and scree herself over in the process.
She's about to say something else, but then he's off and running to get the first aid kit. She sighs and waits like she's told, forcing another smile when he returns. She takes the old towel off of her arm and just sort of tosses it into the tub for the time being, quickly taking the fresh one from him to replace it. ]
Thanks, Polly! You're a life saver! [ She eyes the first aid kit, though, something dawning on her suddenly. ] ...We... we aren't going to use rubbing alcohol, are we?
She's about to say something else, but then he's off and running to get the first aid kit. She sighs and waits like she's told, forcing another smile when he returns. She takes the old towel off of her arm and just sort of tosses it into the tub for the time being, quickly taking the fresh one from him to replace it. ]
Thanks, Polly! You're a life saver! [ She eyes the first aid kit, though, something dawning on her suddenly. ] ...We... we aren't going to use rubbing alcohol, are we?
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