Husband comes home, 7.30am. Kid is watching cartoons.
Hey champ how you doing
Hi Daddy
Where’s your Mom?
She’s in bed. You’re not back til Sunday
I know. Someone got sick. Everything ok?
Yeah. I got a new baseball, look
That’s cool. Your Mom buy you that?
No. Joe gave it me
Gave it TO me. Who’s Joe?
Some old guy. He came to see Mom
Oh yeah? When?
Yesterday night
You mean last night?
Yeah. It was funny. Mom was dancing. It was ooky
Dancing?
Yeah, she was dancing all sexy. I was on the stairs she got mad at me for looking
Oh yeah? Where’s she now
I told you. In her bed
And who’s coat is that?
I dunno
Husband goes upstairs. Wife comes out of bedroom in a robe and closes the door behind her. She’s in full makeup.
Hi Doug I wasn’t expecting you
Are you going somewhere? Why are you wearing your boots?
Yeah. I had to….pop to the store. We need milk
Dressed like that?You have somebody in there?
Please, don’t go in, Doug
Don’t go in my own bedroom?
He pushes the door open. Tied to the bed is a man in his mid sixties, greying hair. Naked except for a blindfold and a pair of red panties that the husband recognizes. They were a Valentine’s Day present for his wife. On the floor is a riding crop and a flogger.
What’s going on?
Doug, I’m so sorry.
You. Whoever you are. You need to get the fuck out of here now
Don’t shout, please! Dylan is downstairs
He’s fucking downstairs, I know, and you’re up here playing fucking sex games with this old fuck. Jesus. Have you lost your mind? Is that cum in your hair? I don’t fucking BELIEVE THIS.
Now I also have the urge to replay and finish another game before I’ve finished replaying this one. But at the same time, I also still want to replay this one. Help
Richie beamed at him with a huge beautiful smile. “But you’re so cute when you ramble, Eds.”
Eddie’s heart raced at the thrill of hearing those words, but he tried to keep himself calm. “Not cute. Don’t calls me Eds. We can talk tomorrow. It’s just I wanted to give you the gift I really made for you.” Eddie shoved the slightly snow covered present into his hands quickly. “This was impulsive. It can wait. Bye Richie.” He started to back away, turning to leave and probably throw himself off a cliff.
“So how have you been?” Principal Filch asked Eddie. He had popped into his office right before class to say hello, a routine Eddie started a week ago. He rolled his eyes at the man who chuckled. “That bad?”
“It is like I’ve been hit by a bus, trampled by cows, thrown off a cliff, into an icy sea of emotions.” Eddie responded. Mr. Filch full on laughed at his description, which did make Eddie smile a little.
Can’t say anything about Elements of Justice but Turnabout Storm is a legit like, 8/10 Phoenix Wright case, made by people who really truly understood both properties and actually knows how to write.
