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Rahh Gumba Foo: I love him too. I just had to do it :p Guess who the mother is!
I think the romance may actually be starting in this chapter.
To say the slight blue haired girl sitting on the sofa at the Wright Anything Agency looked awkward was an understatement. A huge understatement. "It's just a spot of rain…" world destroying meteor shower kind of understatement.
Vera looked to be on the verge of passing out, and any slight movement on the part of her companions caused her to jump about a foot in the air. She clutched an ice pack to her head, on a spot where a very red looking lump seemed to be growing. Apollo had in fact warned Trucy about Mr Hat, and the trouble her was liable to cause. Trucy took his words to heart, and instead produced the murder weapon in their latest case from her panties instead.
Actually, Vera was improving drastically. Today she had caught the bus to the office entirely under her own steam, and had exhibited a remarkable amount of bravery until blood stained knives began appearing out of Trucy's undergarments. Actually, she had caught Apollo by surprise as well, but he would strenuously refute the allegation that he had screamed like a girl.
"You're just in denial, Polly!"
"I'd only be in denial if I was in Egypt."
"…"
"That joke really didn't work in print, did it?"
Horrible puns aside, Apollo was having quite a difficult time forming understandable sentences. Or for that matter, any sentences at all. He and Vera made quite a pair. He was so caught up in his embarrassment, he completely failed to notice Trucy's scheming smile. Phoenix caught it, and having seen a similar look so many times before, he politely excused himself to join Edgeworth in the kitchen. He made no attempt to stop his daughter from attempting whatever disastrous scheme she was planning. Trucy was a law unto herself, and besides, she was good for relationships. Not that 'Mummy Edgeworth' would agree.
"Vera, Apollo fancies you!" Trucy blurted out, before Apollo's hand was even half way to his assistants mouth, in that charming, childish way that is usually followed by the statement "Will you go out with him?"
In this case, Trucy left Apollo to do that bit for himself. This he dithered and delayed until Trucy smacked him around the head with a plate of plastic spaghetti conveniently left lying around.
Vera simply sat and blushed so badly the two men, who wandered in from the kitchen at the sound of the drama, were discussing frying an egg on her face.
Trucy continued to beat Apollo until he staggered away from her promising desperately that he would say it, if she would leave him the brain cells to do so.
"V-V-Vera, w-w-would you l-l-like to go for c-c-c-c-c-c….."
"Coffee?" Wright supplied helpfully.
Apollo nodded dumbly, incapable of finishing the sentence himself.
The only response was a small thud; the rest of the group exchanged glances as an unconscious Vera slid onto the floor. Wright moved forward to pick her up, but she was already coming round, still blushing as furiously as ever.
"Odd." Edgeworth murmured. "I thought fainting was an absence of blood in the brain."
"Yeah," Wright clarified "it's all in her face."
While they were having this charming conversation at Vera's expense, Apollo had helped her to her feet, and she was nodding willingly to his quiet conversation, though she still seemed too embarrassed to talk. After what seemed like enough smiling and nodding to last both of them a week, Apollo stood up and started towards them.
"We're going out!" He announced jubilantly. "Next week, for coffee."
He couldn't stop grinning, and Trucy did a mini victory dance, right in the middle of the office floor. For a minute, Wright looked as though he was going to join in; thankfully he chose to retain his dignity, and instead slapped a high five with his daughter.
…
Life at the Wright Anything Agency had returned to normal (as normal as it could get, anyway) when Ema poked her head around the door.
"Ema!" Phoenix greeted her cheerfully. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"Shouldn't you be at work?" Was Apollo's rather blunter response.
"The fop threw a strop." Trucy burst out giggling at the rhyme, and showing no signs of stopping, Ema was forced to continue over her laughter.
"He says he won't work with me, and everybody else is in court so I took the day off."
"Err, are you actually allowed to do that?" Apollo puzzled.
Ema shrugged. "What do I care, it's on Gavin."
"That's our girl!" Grinning, Phoenix threw his arm around Ema's shoulders and dragged her into the kitchen for a cup of tea.
Trucy turned to Edgeworth, and began to show him some of her newest (and bizarre-est) magic tricks. Everything had been carefully arranged to give the lovebirds some privacy, Wright explained.
Ema scowled. "Uh, love…."
"Not much for the romance, huh." He grinned.
"Not anymore. I'll be a spinster for the rest of my life. I don't think I need anybody. " She smiled sadly up at him.
"That doesn't sound fun." He mused.
She laughed. "I used to have the biggest crush on you, you know."
"I don't think we would have worked out." He joked.
"Not with Mr Edgeworth in the picture." She teased back.
He pouted, and passed her the mug he was holding. They were quickly joined in the kitchen by the Mr Edgeworth in question, who must have smelled the tea.
"Yuck, tea bags." He grimaced, only partly in jest.
"Buy your own tea then." Wright complained.
They passed a contented hour in idle banter, until Ema's phone sounded an all too familiar jingle, prompting knowing smiles from both men.
"What." She snapped into it.
"Well get somebody else to do it."
"Anybody else." She mocked the speaker on the other end of the line.
"I hate you." She hung up, snarling.
"I have to go." She informed her friends, doing her best to maintain a degree of civility in her voice. "It seems the fop can't last three hours without me after all."
Everybody gathered to see her off, and as soon as she was out of ear shot, they turned in, identical devious smiles on all their faces (well, most of them; Vera had drawn hers).
"It's perfect!" Trucy clapped her hands together.
"They do rather complement each other." Edgeworth observed.
"I believe the agency has a new client." Phoenix smirked.
"Uh, I hate to spoil the moment," Apollo broke in, "but, how hard is it going to be to get them together?"
"Impossible." Trucy sang.
"That's what makes it fun." Phoenix rubbed his bands together, animated at the thought of the games to come.