I think I'm falling in love with you a little bit, honestly.
There's a sort of dream-like quality to this story, I think it's in the rhythm of your phrasing. Which is so perfect, I feel like I think Apollo must have felt, sort of lulled while also inexplicably nervous.
And your young!Apollo, he's so perfect. God, I thought I was going to die when he started calling her Clams.
Also, the Hobo. I laughed out loud twice: once at Miles Edgeworth knowing everything, and once at "The dog's name is obviously Clams." I could listen to the three of them banter all day.
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There's a sort of dream-like quality to this story, I think it's in the rhythm of your phrasing. Which is so perfect, I feel like I think Apollo must have felt, sort of lulled while also inexplicably nervous.
And your young!Apollo, he's so perfect. God, I thought I was going to die when he started calling her Clams.
Also, the Hobo. I laughed out loud twice: once at Miles Edgeworth knowing everything, and once at "The dog's name is obviously Clams." I could listen to the three of them banter all day.