Yeah, a kind elderly lady in my home town sends me care packages now and then. (and really, he knows kenta is right, and tearing open the package now will be the best move in the long run.

so taking a deep breath, he careafully opens the packages, praying not to get hit with a gust of a horrid stench. when it finally does open, there certainly is an unpleasant odor to it, but nothing particularly toxic or gag-inducing. small victories.) I'm... definitely going to have to send her a lot of apology letters.

(with a huff of a sigh, apollo turns back to kenta, a lopsided smile on his face.) Less than half the people I talked to knew it. I'm Apollo Justice, it's nice to meet you.