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Hey, Phoenix.

That sure is a very Gumshoe sized set of shoulders, in a very Gumshoe-esque coat, standing at the bar with his back to the table Phoenix is at near by. Might just be enough to make one double-take as the 'Gumshoe' in question is picking up breakfast and coffee.

Indeed, Phoenix does do a double-take at the man at the bar.

"Gumshoe?" he asks.

The man that turns is definitely not Gumshoe -- they just happen to share a wardrobe, height and build. It's enough that's probably a little bit eerie, though. Zenigata is close to two decades Gumshoe's senior, depending on the point in time, though.

Zenigata lifts his caterpillar brows, realizing that the man's talking to him and says, "I've heard the term 'gumshoe', but I prefer Inspector. Inspector Zenigata Koichi, Interpol."

Because who names their kid Gumshoe, really.

Phoenix blushes a bit when he realizes that this is NOT Gumshoe.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Phoenix rubs at the back of his neck. "You, ah...look like someone I know."

He gets his composure back and gives a little smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Zenigata. I'm Phoenix Wright."

Attorney at Law...formerly.

Oh no. He's like a wounded puppy. And he's got a child! Zenigata already wants to like, build the poor guy up. He just doesn't know how.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright, and -- your daughter, yes?" He tips his hat. "Young miss."

Once pleasantries have been given, he says, "I pity your friend! I'm not exactly known for my up to date fashion sense." It's a jovial self-ribbing; he likes to think of his look as timeless, but he also knows nobody at Interpol shares that opinion.

"Yes. This is Trucy. Say hi, Truce."

The little girl pokes her head up with a smile. "Hi! I like your hat!"

"Hello, Miss Trucy," he says, ever polite with civilians. His brain just can't quite click into 'off the clock' all the time. Zenigata Koichi is never idle, not when Lupin is free!

...well, unless a bar kidnapped him.

"Thank you. I'm quite fond of my hat as well."

Trucy giggles behind her hand.

"So, um." Phoenix pipes up. "Are you new to Milliways? I haven't seen you around here before."

"Quite," Zenigata says, lips quirking up into a rueful smile. "Less than a week here. It's been... an adjustment."

Especially what with the bar holding him hostage.

"You and Miss Trucy seem to be settled, though." Must be used to it. The child is strange, though. He didn't expect the magic bar to let kids in.

Adjustment, huh? You and me both, buddy.

"Well, Trucy's only been here a few times, but I guess the bar saw that she was with me, so..." he trails off.

Trucy nods. "This place is great! It's like magic!"

I think she's still trying to figure out how it works.

"Magic is something you enjoy, Miss Trucy?" Boy, has he picked up a few tricks from Lupin in that regard and a few things that got passed down on the Zenigata line, too. "Do you like to see magicians perform, or is it something else?"

There might be an Idea cooking back there. Lupin would be proud of him, if he knew.

Trucy's eyes light up. "I'm a magician! I don't have my outfit or props here, but..."

She makes a few gestures with her hands, and then reaches behind Zenigata's ear, pulling out a dime.

"Ta Dah!"

Phoenix smiles down at her, proudly.

Oh, look at her go! He doesn't even need Lupin's tricks, she's got slight of hand on her own.

"Ah, such a good skill at such a young age," Zenigata says as he pulls his hands from his pockets. His family is famous for it's coin skills-- rolling an aging iron zeni across his knuckles, walking it back and forth with a gesture. "I have some too. Do you know any others? I should like to see them! Maybe I can teach you one of my own, too."