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He kept having to blink the steam out of his eyes and it brought sweat to his forehead and why on God’s green earth did he listen to Edgeworth and go to one of these things, he didn’t have the money for this! Anything to keep the prissy prosecutor happy, though, he guessed, so here he was and his hair was wilting, and just when Phoenix was convinced that there was no possible way this could be more uncomfortable, the fog parted and in some giant wall of olive skin was Damon Gant.
Why, Phoenix thought for the next hour, trying his hardest not to blink because every time he did Gant smiled like he’d just won a contest, why oh why is he still wearing his gloves.