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[Dec. 27] [Ace Attorney] Better All The Time
Title: Better All The Time
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2012 "but I would rather be fine"
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Machi, etc.
Rating: PG
"But you survived," some of the well-meaning folks said to him. "At least you made it."
And they were right, but that didn't mean Machi appreciated their saying this to him. Not in the least. He was out of the juvenile detention system and back in the thick of mainstream America. What else was he supposed to do? Get into the sort of serious altercation that would transition him straight into the adult prison system? He had hated his situation and most of the people there, but after what he had been through thus far, he was hardly planning on making law-breaking a permanent fixture in his life. He had to grow up. He had to move.
What else could he have done? What option was there but to survive? Honestly, he still wasn't happy, even if he were free, but what was he going to do? Wallow in it?
Of course, the "well-meaning folks" who spoke to him like that didn't really know him. The people who actually cared about him (though there was only one person he believed really knew him) were different. To a greater or lesser degree, they understood- because they were kind, because they were thoughtful, because they had come from hardships of their own.
It was kind of embarrassing, actually, to be around so many friendly people at once- so many strangers who wanted to help him out, who maybe wanted to be more than strangers to him.
Machi brought the classwork from his independent study high school program to the office each day and alternated between picking away at it and assisting with basic office jobs if anyone needed a hand. He wasn't the best at the answering the phones with his unconfident English, but he could copy and collate and brew coffee, or at least dust Mr. Wright's many shelves of knickknacks to free Apollo and Mr. Wright up for more important law-oriented tasks.
If Klavier came for lunch (and it wasn't a date that Apollo would vehemently insist wasn't a date), he might invite Machi along and they would talk music (even if they were both hovering at the edges of the industry right now, the personal, non-commercial side of music would always remain a vital part of their lives).
In the afternoon, when her high school let out, Trucy would join them and work on her homework at Machi's side. Easy-going as she was, she wasn't a bad student, and she was always eager to assist him with assignments he couldn't understand (or to enlist Apollo or Klavier or even Vera or Ms. Skye once or twice when she couldn't tackled the problem herself).
What would come next was hard to say, but for all the things he missed (it echoed in his mind some nights: you can never go back, you can never go back), he was doing his best to be happy. …He wasn't completely failing at it either. Things were getting better all the time.
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2012 "but I would rather be fine"
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Machi, etc.
Rating: PG
"But you survived," some of the well-meaning folks said to him. "At least you made it."
And they were right, but that didn't mean Machi appreciated their saying this to him. Not in the least. He was out of the juvenile detention system and back in the thick of mainstream America. What else was he supposed to do? Get into the sort of serious altercation that would transition him straight into the adult prison system? He had hated his situation and most of the people there, but after what he had been through thus far, he was hardly planning on making law-breaking a permanent fixture in his life. He had to grow up. He had to move.
What else could he have done? What option was there but to survive? Honestly, he still wasn't happy, even if he were free, but what was he going to do? Wallow in it?
Of course, the "well-meaning folks" who spoke to him like that didn't really know him. The people who actually cared about him (though there was only one person he believed really knew him) were different. To a greater or lesser degree, they understood- because they were kind, because they were thoughtful, because they had come from hardships of their own.
It was kind of embarrassing, actually, to be around so many friendly people at once- so many strangers who wanted to help him out, who maybe wanted to be more than strangers to him.
Machi brought the classwork from his independent study high school program to the office each day and alternated between picking away at it and assisting with basic office jobs if anyone needed a hand. He wasn't the best at the answering the phones with his unconfident English, but he could copy and collate and brew coffee, or at least dust Mr. Wright's many shelves of knickknacks to free Apollo and Mr. Wright up for more important law-oriented tasks.
If Klavier came for lunch (and it wasn't a date that Apollo would vehemently insist wasn't a date), he might invite Machi along and they would talk music (even if they were both hovering at the edges of the industry right now, the personal, non-commercial side of music would always remain a vital part of their lives).
In the afternoon, when her high school let out, Trucy would join them and work on her homework at Machi's side. Easy-going as she was, she wasn't a bad student, and she was always eager to assist him with assignments he couldn't understand (or to enlist Apollo or Klavier or even Vera or Ms. Skye once or twice when she couldn't tackled the problem herself).
What would come next was hard to say, but for all the things he missed (it echoed in his mind some nights: you can never go back, you can never go back), he was doing his best to be happy. …He wasn't completely failing at it either. Things were getting better all the time.