when they got to the detention centre, trucy crossed her arms as she tilted her head a bit
'Hmm... Looks like Wocky's out for questioning'
apollo sighed in frustration, he needed to talk to him, but at the same time, their was nothing he could do
'I really need to talk to him. I guess we'll come back later'
just then, the guard walked in
'Excuse me'
'Yes?'
apollo said
'The other suspect is all through with questioning, sir.'
trucy narrowed her eyes at him
'The other... Ah! You mean the panty-snatcher!?'
apollo blinked at her
'...Wesley Stickler'
"So they arrested him, too?"
'Alright. Let's have a little chat with Mr. Stickler'
"I hope I don't regret this"
he thought to himself, but right now, it was all he had to work with
'He is a valuable witness!'
trucy said a little hopeful, apollo however, wouldn't put it like that
"He is a bit "precious", I'll give him that"
'Please, keep this brief, if you would. I'm quite busy. I need to finish this paper... Nyurk! I-It's you!!!'
he jumped back and nearly fell over his seat when he saw apollo, apollo gave him a few moments to compose himself before he spoke up
'...Mr. Stickler. We'd like to have a few words with you'
'...... ...Very well. As long as they're few'
he complied
"Nothing would make me happier, believe me"
he decided to get the magic panties out of the way
'Mr. Stickler. On the night of the murder, you stole-'
however, he was immediately cut off
'Wait! I can't help but feel that I'm being misunderstood'
he cried out, apollo raised a brow at him
'...How, exactly?'
'Yes, that night, I obtained a pair of panties, it's true. However! It was my burning curiosity that drove me to do it! Nothing more!'
he insisted, trucy cocked her head to the side a little
'You wanted to know the trick to my panties, right?'
he jumped even more in his seat when he saw that trucy was also here
'Y-You're here, too!?'
but just before trucy could say anything, he got down on his knees
'Oh, Great Trucy! Teach me!'
'Eh!?'
she stuttered, backing up a bit, despite the fact their was a protective glass in between them
'I must know the secret of your panties! My very existence hangs in the balance! Please, make me your apprentice!'
he asked of her, trucy looked over at apollo with pleading eyes
'Apollo! Help!'
he shrugged as he too backed up
'I dunno, I think he'd make a great "lovely assistant"'
'Don't say that, Apollo...'
she said, honestly, apollo would've laughed if he too wasn't so caught in trying to defend his client
'Could you relate what you saw the night of the murder to us one more time?'
apollo asked, changing the subject, stickler got up from his knees as he explained
'...Why not. Though it hardly differs from the testimony I gave in court. The defendant was there in the park that night, of this I'm quite certain. He was pointing a pistol... or something like that at the victim! That's when I shouted "Stop, you two! Let's resolve this like gentlemen!" ...And the next moment, a shot was fired'
'And this is all true? Really?'
apollo questioned, suddenly, stickler shut his book, and raised his arms into the air like he usually did
'My panties are gone. My innermost heart revealed. What further reason could I possibly have to lie?'
stickler said, and apollo had to admit, he had a point, why else would he still be lying about the panties, that and, he could tell just by his begging from before to have trucy teach him just confirmed it even more
"I can't think of anything he'd want to hide more than panty-snatching, true"
'It sounds like Wocky was at the scene of the crime, after all'
'How I wish it weren't so'
apollo said grimly, as if their case couldn't get worse