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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Kaz...Ka-zu...hi-ko? Kazu-hiko. Am I saying that right? Kazuhiko. I like that. Really.

...hey. I think it might be getting warmer outside. How do you think the boys would feel about fresh air? I found something, and I thought you and I could go check it out first. Anyways, we need to do something soon. I need things that make me happy before my stress knocks over a building.

Call me, jerk. I miss the obnoxious sound of your voice.

[voicemail]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

So, remind me never to go along with potentially dangerous plans suggested to me by kids ever again. I feel like I was mauled by a hoard of demented children. Oh. That's right. It's because I was. Ugh...

But Joe came up with a great idea to come into some money. It's not going to get anyone killed. Might crush some spirits, though. Did I mention that I have a gambling addiction?

Oh, and Miha said he'll cook his pizza pancake things for me. Would it be okay for me to crash over at your place this weekend? I think he's actually starting to like me. Or at least tolerate my presence. I'm...worried about him. He looks sicker than Yoyo. It might be a good idea to take some time off. I swear, they need a mother. They need...nothing I can give. Brats.

[voicemail]

[mentis-reae.livejournal.com]

Ah - it's...This is Miles Edgeworth. I do not know what you've heard, but, ah...Miharu is - all right. The wound was remarkably minimal, with very little bleeding. The cleanest wound the doctor had ever...Well. He's coming home. I - thought you should know. [Slight pause.] Quite. If you need to reach me, I've left my callback number.

[voicemail]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm pregnant. It's yours.

[That was a lot funnier in her head. Oh well.]

I miss you like crazy. I'm going out of my mind here. I feel like shit, and it's not just the radiation poisoning. I should be there with you. And with Miharu. I should be crying, but I can't. I can't even move on. I'm so angry. All I want to do is fight something or someone, but I can barely get up out of bed. Fuck!

...all this is probably just the meds talking, but you've ruined me from sleeping alone.

[voicemail]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm going out on a hot date tomorrow night with a younger man. You should be jealous. He's really cute in that "I want to use him as a meat shield" sort of way.

Speaking of which, I think I'm back to normal. There's some pretty bad scarring in a few places, but I've stopped shedding skin, I've actually been able to keep food down, and I went back to work. The bastards told me they won't pay my medical bills for me. Yeah. My insurance only covers job related injuries. So I was thinking about robbing a bank.

Anyway, to distract you from my bad habits and convince you that robbery is a good idea, I'm picking up a special something from Icha Icha Paradise. It involves leather. Call me.

[voicemail]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

We need to talk.