Picking up an old muse and eyeing towerofanimus.

[perceivesjustice]

I don't think you need to worry so much, Miss. That old application you have isn't bad at all, even if you think it's not to your current standards. Besides, you still have around a week to get it in, don't you?

[A sheepish smile.] Yeah, I've been fine. How long has it been since we last talked, anyway? Years? Man, I never realized...
(Though I definitely would have taken the silence over being played over there again. Yikes.)

Just keep going through my old cases and you should be fine.

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[perceivesjustice]

Maybe you should invest in something like Trucy's magic panties.

Yeah. There's no need for you to be crossing into old man territory yet, right? [Rolling his eyes. At least he's calmer now. No need to worry about the state of your ears.]

(...I tried hard to avoid that pun.)
Not like you look at all silly in your current outfit.

[hobologic]

You think? Magic boxers? That could work. I could pull grape juice out of them. Now, that would really be something...

[He seems to be lost in enjoying this thought for a moment or two.]

I wouldn't want to do that, no. I'm young at heart. You could learn a lot from me, Apollo. Give up the pencil sharpening and live life. Play piano and wear a hat.

[Puns are not meant to be avoided, they're meant to be engaged head on!]

I do look cool, thanks for noticing.

[perceivesjustice]

You two could match. I'm sure that'd be pretty quaint.

...I already have a day job, Mr. Wright. Though I guess trying something on the artistic side might be nice, my hair would protest any sort of headgear like yours.

("Cool". Definitely not... hobo-like, or anything.)
You're very welcome, Mr. Wright.

[hobologic]

Maybe we could do a father daughter act. I'll be her beautiful assistant.

Oh, right. Your day job. I almost forgot. You're still doing that? Piano-playing's where the money's at.

Your hair is violent, that's true... Are you sure you don't run it through your pencil sharpener to make it extra poky?

[Nope. Not hobo-like at all.]

I could give you some fashion pointers.

[perceivesjustice]

Don't go and outshine her on stage, Mr. Wright.

I'd ask you to play me a tune sometime, but I value my ears.

[He snorts, holding back a laugh. Totally imagining holding an electric sharpener above his head.] Nah, I'm just talented with hair gel.

Oh, really? I'm all ears.

[hobologic]

I'll be careful. I know I'm very beautiful, but I think I can manage to avoid that problem if I try hard enough.

I only wish people valued my ears sometimes and didn't yell so loudly. [Poor Phoenix, he suffers so.]

Sure looks like a talent there. Maybe you should be the one up on stage with Trucy. Apollo's magical hair thingies! Trucy could pull things out of them.

Oh. Let me see. For one thing, I think you could stand a little variety. Try wearing a different color. Like green, or, uh, purple.

[perceivesjustice]

[An odd noise comes from the back of his throat.] R... Right. I believe in you, sir.

Hey! [He clears his throat.] I mean, hey, I'm not that loud. Geez.

That'd be a sight to see. Though I'm not really one with much of a stage presence. You're probably better suited to be there with her than I am.

...If I show up to work one day with my hair down wearing a purple shirt, would you be able to recognize me?