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[godotblend]

[The video feed is live, but the visibility is terrible. The tablet's owner sits in the near-dark, three stripes of red light where his face should be. Diego's spent much of his initial week in as much solitude as the circumstances allowed, an ear tuned to the chatter streaming over the network.

Best to test the temperature lest you burn your tongue on the first sip. That's what he always says.

But there's a matter that needs to be addressed, and urgently.

When he speaks, his voice is gruff, drawling:]

This world seems determined to serve up one cup of bitterness after another: monsters, mayhem, missions to the past.

[The red light flashes when it's briefly obscured by his knuckles and the handle of a mug as Diego puts it to his lips. The contents are choked down with a scowl that's barely readable in the low light. ]

I was happy to swallow every drop until I tasted this sewer water. They call it "coffee", I call it an abomination.

If there's a single tolerable bean in this city, I want it. Name your price.

Comments

[aceordisgraced]

Cozy? Well, I'm missing my jacket so I'm kind of cold, actually. But it's been a month, so you could say I'm getting used to it. The lack of bombs is nice, too.

[godotblend]

[That brings a largely hidden raised eyebrow.]

Ha. That does tend to weigh in any place's favor.

[aceordisgraced]

Glad you understand.

... It's been a while, Mr. Armando. At least for me; what about you?

[godotblend]

Not long enough to wash the bitter taste from my mouth from the last time I saw your face, Wright. [There's no malice in his words, though. He's long since stopped blaming Phoenix Wright for his troubles.]

[aceordisgraced]

I'm rather persistent.

Anyway, hello -- I didn't expect to see you here.

[godotblend]

Ha...!

I don't think anybody expected to see much of me anywhere after we were done.

[aceordisgraced]

I honestly didn't expect to see anyone. I don't think anybody expected me either.