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Prosecutor's Call

     Guess what? Chicken butt.

     Just kidding. But remember Ace Attorney? With the gay lawyers? Well, I figured that I needed to make a crossover oneshot focusing on our favorite gay, edgy marker, PISS YELLOW™️! Or Miles Edgeworth, but really it's PISS YELLOW™️ as our favorite gay, edgy prosecutor.

     Some things you might need to know: I've replaced Edgeworth with PISS YELLOW™️, Wright with Tied, and Maya with Ceramic 👍👍👍

     Bonus you NEED to know,  despite it not making any difference in the oneshot: I kept the cravat. It's hilarious, and it's an exceedingly essential detail.

     Per tradition: Ready! Steady! GO!

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     There'd always been one reason why he'd been losing cases against the apparently famous Turnabout Terror, who really just made things up as he went and somehow won. Yellow had always figured it was plot armor, though he really didn't know if their lives counted as a plot.

      Well, he used to, and despite the fact that he really wanted to believe it now, he couldn't. Not after the single conversation he'd had with Tied after an actually very ordinary case that he'd lost. Once again, though it was starting to become routine by now.

     In his office, Yellow was sitting back in his chair, relaxing a little bit more than he usually did. On a regular basis, he'd keep his almost regal stance, though today wasn't a regular basis.

     Tied, who usually didn't talk to him at all other than yelling "OBJECTION!" decided to come up to him and introduce himself for some avidly stupid reason that Yellow did not know of.

     "I am well aware that your name is Tied," Yellow had responded. "I've stood against you for a countless number of times- enough to let me know of your name."

     Tied was shocked at his level of awkwardness socializing, and Yellow could almost see the question "how did you become a chief prosecutor?" written all over his face.

     He was just about to leave when the talented yet amateur defense attorney gripped his elbow and looked at him with an almost pitiful expression on his face and asked if they could get to know each other.

     Yellow had stood there like his courtroom enemy had just made a valid point.

     "... we can... arrange some meetings outside of... work, if you'd like," Yellow had said, almost speechless by the sudden affronting.

     Tied had happily scrawled his number on a crumpled sticky note magically produced from his pocked, shoved it into his hands, and bounced off after Ceramic, who was waiting impatiently at the foot of the stairs.

     It had been five full hours since then, and Yellow was staring at the crumpled sticky note in front of him, wondering whether or not he wanted to call- or text- the number.

     After a good moment of contemplating his life choices, he pulled out his phone, decoded Tied's scratched, messy handwriting, dialed the number, and pressed the green call button.

     A "hello" could be heard from the other side within a second of waiting. Yellow didn't even have time to hear the ringtone he'd set.

     "You wanted to call?" He responded, then almost smacked himself in the face for how idiotic the question was. He didn't want to call, he just needed me to have his contacts.

     However, the response was an "Oh, yeah!" so Yellow decided that he'd asked the right question.

     "Anyways, how've you been doing in the past, uhh, something hours I haven't seen you?" the giddy voice from the other side of the line asked.

     "I've been thinking," Yellow said. "And I just got another client."

     "Ooh, lucky," Tied giggled. "You're getting paid."

     "You could put it like that," Yellow replied like he was reading off of a script.

     "Hey, when are you going to drop that expressionless- ah, how do I put this- aura that you always carry around? It's kind of, well, um," Tied started.

     After a long pause, Yellow muttered "what?" into the phone, and he could hear a thump from the other side, probably Tied jumping a little.

     "It's... concerning. You might be surprised if I say that I've been concerned for you," Tied said. "Plus, we haven't talked normally like this since second-"

     "NO," Yellow had subconsciously yelled into the phone. There was another moment of awkward silence, then it was broken by "sorry".

     "Right. Sorry about that," Tied noted silently.

     "I will say you have absolutely no reason to be concerned for me," Yellow said, summarizing the topic. "Did you have anything else you wanted to talk about in particular?"

     He could almost feel his said rival's face beaming through the phone as he went on to talk about a snail that he'd seen a week before- and before they knew it, the clock said 9:32.

     Yellow yawned. "It's half past nine. We'll end it here," he said sleepily.

     "Alright, bye," Tied responded, and before either of them could say anything Yellow pressed the end call button.

     After packing his things, he got into his car, started the engine and got on the road, but as he was driving he couldn't help but think back to what Tied had said before. Not the snail, but the part where- what was it, he was concerning? It's not like he'd changed much from the last time they'd seen each other-

     But of course, that was only his side of the story.