Klapollo Ace Attorney *Apollo justice*

"The Scent Of A Story"

'Actually, it took a bit of work to get a thumbs-up on the interview, "Reporter Leverages Story, Gets His Interview", end quote, The story concerned a certain case from seven years ago, That red envelope probably had something to do with it, Say what you will, but Drew's talent was without compare'

the judge gave  him a look

'So you threatened to go to press with this "story"? That's how you got your interview? Blackmail?'

brushel grinned widely at him

'Well, yes. ... I mean no! No, no, no, no! It wasn't exactly black... I mean, I'm not... urk!'

the judge stared at him, apollo glanced over at his shoulder, he saw trucy's thoughtful expression, she had a the same studying intense gaze her dad had, less scary though

'...Something wrong, Mr. Brushel?'

'L-Look! This is my story! My tidbit! "Journalist's Into Is Livelihood", end quote'

the Judge nodded warily

'...I see'

Brushel cleared his throat as he put on his big grin once again

'While you have me chatting away in here, what's going on out there? What if some Wally Wordsworth or Sally Scooper gets wind of my story? They could be going to press while I'm going to waste!'

'The court feels your pain, Mr. Brushel. Mr. Justice, let's pick up the pace'

apollo started jotting onto his notebook, letting idea's wonder into his head

"A certain case, seven years ago... Wait... "seven years ago"?"

he glanced over at trucy again, she felt his eyes on her and glanced back at him with a slightly confused expression, apollo just went back to hs notebook, deep in thought

'Just how amazing was "Mr. Misham's talent"?'

apollo asked after ten minutes

'Huh? Hoo wee, boy. I mean, hey! He's a star, man, a star! The flow of his brush is like a great, undulating river across the canvas! "Artist's Paints Light Up Studio Like Sun", end quote'

Apollo felt a migrane coming on, but kept his focus, he was getting better at examining how people behaved on the stand 

"This guy is full of wacky gestures... But that one just now was wackier than usual"

'He looks kind of nervous to me, Apollo'

trucy mumbled, her eyes never leaving brushel

'Definitely. I'm sensing something different than before here... '

"Maybe it's time to bring out you-know-what..."

he thought to himself, apollo couldn't help but how much sweat was coming out of Mr brushel, 

'Sweat much, Mr. Brushel?'

apollo said as he glanced up at him, brushel stuttered a bit on his words

'Urk! Eh, yeah, well... ...a man can't help his glands, you know!'

'It's more than that. When "Mr. Misham's talent" was mentioned. you suddenly began to sweat buckets'

he said, glaring at him a little, brushel winced under his gaze

'...Ack!;

'You're hiding something... about his talent!'

Brushel nervously started to come though his blade head with a toothbrush, apollo choose to ignore that for now