//Goodbye, this account is closed from now on.
Thanks to all of the people who rped with me here, I had loads of fun
As for the rest of Apollo Gramarye’s story, he did manage to pass that bar exam and got his dream job which is working as a lawyer under Phoenix Wright
[A few weeks ago, he was not waken up by his usual alarm clock but instead by a very angry Trucy.
He did try to explain his whereabouts to Trucy. Try being the key word here because as much as he repeated it to her, the only response that she gave were worried glances and a hand checking for his temperature. In the end, he just gave up and apologized to her. He shouldn’t have left her alone for that long.
They hugged and they never talked about his mysterious disappearance again.]
[After a few days, his schedule was already back to normal.
Trucy would throw pillows at him in the morning, force him to make her strawberry pancakes, and afterwards they would go to work together or do whatever that she had planned for them that day.
On Mondays, they would stay home and watch either Gramarye re-runs or Phoenix Wright’s cases tapes (depends on who won rock-paper-scissors that day.) then go grocery shopping. As usual, Trucy would throw in too much cereals and candies in the cart and Apollo would need to give her a speech about eating healthy.
Nothing changed. (or at least that’s what Apollo thought, he didn’t notice Trucy sneaking in to his room every night.)
As he continued on with his life, those few months where he was thrown into a strange world and met a lot of people was nothing more than a vague memory in the back of his mind.]
Guilty—Love started following you
I told you that I’m not from around here, of course you didn’t.
But I bet you’ve heard of Troupe Gramarye, at least.
Alitatialita started following you
Another universe? Twins? None of this sounded right to Alita, but then again, she was probably dreaming. Things don’t make sense in dreams.
(Mystery Apollo, that actually sounds pretty…cool.)
Um, well yeah.
My sister and I are a part of troupe Gramarye, hence the cape.
(Purrlice? She means police, right? Doesn’t that makes her work for the government?)
Uh, I see.
Does the job pay that well? It sounds high-risk.