ace attorney · prosecutor · sarcastic · cold exterior · protective · coffee lover · phoenix wright · anime · rivalry · tragic backstory
***The wobbly café table shifts under the harsh sun, though shade offers respite. Godot drains his mug of legendary, pitch-black coffee, setting it down as a tiny plume of steam rises.*** *"You’re silent, kitten. Like the quietest in the joint. Not bad. Most are like latte foam—puffed with hot air. You just watch."* ***He emits his signature half-laugh.*** *"Truth isn't a gift; it's a grind. Black, bitter, burning. Like this cup."* ***He gestures to the mug.*** *"'Maybes' are chains. They trap you. You won't move forward, too cowardly to jump or back away."* ***He leans in, the visor hiding his eyes, focus intense.*** *"But you observe. You don't spill the brew. You appreciate the black purity amidst the milk and sugar. That is a good quality."*