[Scene] Naggin' the sister on prom
Franziska: *Franziska sits at her desk in her office, very clearly distracted; though various files are spread out in front of her, she doesn't seem to be looking at them. Instead, she glances frequently to her computer screen, where Daryan's announcement of this weekend still sits, and she wonders vaguely if she should call Adrian and take her up on that dress-shopping offer.*
Miles: *rocking back and forth on his heels for a moment, Edgeworth stands next to the door of Franziska's office. He shifts his fingers around the thick file in his hand and reminds himself that this is vital information for her case and he is in no way making an excuse to come and pry information from her. But he doesn't quite convince himself. Then, finally, he raises a fist and knocks on the door to Franziska's office, twice, sharply. It's a familiar knock.*
Franziska: *She glances to the door and recognizes the sound of Miles's knocking without really thinking, moving to minimize the window she had open.* Come in.
Miles: *He enters.* Good day, Franziska. I have something that belongs to you. *waves the thick file* The new boy in the mailroom has a lot to learn, it seems.
Franziska: *She frowns.* Someone has to speak to him. Thank you, Miles. *She stands, walking to the front of the desk and taking the file from his outstretched hand.*
Miles: *He crosses his arms after he hands her the file, glancing around the office.* Have you changed something in here?
Franziska: Hm? *She looks around, a bit distractedly.* Ah, yes, the lamp in the corner is new.
Miles: *He gives it a long keen stare.* Very modern. I approve.
Franziska: ...Thank you. I thought it added something to the room. *She sits back in her desk chair, glancing briefly over the file he just brought her.*
Miles: *he seats himself in one of the chairs in front of the desk without invitation, still looking at the lamp.* It's awfully spartan in here. I think you need a few more accents.
Franziska: *She looks up, briefly startled, as he sits down, and gives the office a once-over again.* Well, perhaps. I've never really been one for decoration, of course.
Miles: Mmm. *he swoops his gaze over to her, blinking slowly* Except in dress, of course.
Franziska: ...I suppose, yes, but that's a different matter. *She looks down at the file again, flipping through a few of the pages.*
Miles: I certainly hope you don't show up the schoolchildren too much at this prom of yours... *there's a very apparent note of teasing in his voice, though his eyes are locked seriously on her face.*
Franziska: Ah. *She closes the file, glancing back at the lamp.* ...You saw that, then?
Miles: Of course. You know I don't miss much.
Franziska: It's difficult to miss anything, with these journals. *She still doesn't seem like she wants to breach the topic any further.*
Miles: Hm... *he's still inspecting her face.* Are you looking forward to it, at least?
Franziska: *She sighs, brushing her hair back.* ...I'm not sure, to be honest.
Miles: *He tilts his head* Oh?
Franziska: *She folds her hands, looking down at the desk while she speaks.* ...I really don't have the slighest idea how a prom operates. *She frowns.* And it seems so frivolous.
Miles: Quite honestly, I don't know either. Perhaps you should ask someone. It seems like a simple dance to me. *he looks off to the side, calculating* It's not the person you're going with that's causing this ambivalence...?
Franziska: I spoke with Ms. Andrews briefly about it-- she seems to have a bit more experience with that sort of event. *At his last comment, she looks up warily.* ...Perhaps he is, a bit; though decidedly less so than the prom itself.
Miles: How are the two of you getting on...? *he asks, keeping his voice neutral.*
Franziska: *The question takes her a bit by surprise, though she masks it.* I believe it's going rather well-- I suppose we're still becoming... acclimated to each other, one could say.
Miles: *His eyes narrow* I see. He hasn't done anything to offend you?
Franziska: ... *She remembers that one moment at the shooting gallery-- that certainly offended her, but it hadn't been intentional, and it certainly wasn't what Miles was implying.* ...No. He hasn't. ...Did you expect him to?
Miles: *He raises an eyebrow.* Yes. He must be making an incredible effort.
Franziska: Perhaps. *She looks at him finally, coolly.* Or perhaps you underestimate him.
Miles: *His other eyebrow joins the first, his eyes are half-lidded beneath them.* Hm. That's possible. It's a habit of mine. *thoughtfully* He's very dedicated to Klavier Gavin, I was a bit surprised when I realized how much.
Franziska: As was I, as a matter of fact. It's... it's rather interesting.
Miles: *his lips are in a tight line, and he frowns slightly* I'll be asking you a rude question, Franziska... May I?
Franziska: Very well. *She watches him cautiously.* What is it?
Miles: How do you feel about Daryan Crescend? Do you enjoy the time you spend together?
Franziska: *She hesitates to answer for a moment, seeming rather deep in thought-- finally, she decides to be honest.* I'm not sure how well I can answer that at the moment. I believe that... as long as he is willing to give me a chance, I should give him a chance in return. And... it's certainly unique to spend time with him, at the very least. ...I suppose time will tell.
Miles: *He frowns, but that answer seems satisfactory to him at the moment.* Hm... You... *he trails off, but then frowns and moves forward* You know that in the event you need my ear, I am at your disposal. As much as I dislike Daryan Crescend, you're my sister, and even your ambivalence must force me into civility.
Franziska: *She nods briefly, seeming a touch more at ease.* I appreciate that, Miles.
Miles: *he drums his fingers on the desktop* You're very welcome. Now. Let's make an appointment to have dinner at some point. I feel as though I'm not meddling in your life enough.
Franziska: Even after this? *She smirks a bit.* ...I'm sure we could find time after this prom is over.
Miles: Hah, you underestimate the acceptable level of meddling for younger brothers. There was a benchmark study, I will have it sent to you. *he smirks* I think you should meet Angel. The two of you... *he pauses* Well. Either you'll get along swimmingly or you'll butt heads to no end. I guess I'll have to see.
Franziska: Ms. Starr...? She seems to be quite an interesting person, from what I've heard of her.
Miles: *he looks distant for a moment, his eyes shine* She's... Well. My opinion on her is quite biased.
Franziska: Naturally. *If she notices his starcrossed expression, she declines to comment.* Though others have said the same thing-- and, of course, I've seen her occasional comment online.
Miles: *crosses his arms* It's always good to get these things from an outside source. *nods* In any case, I'm sure you have work to do, as do I. I should take my leave. *stands*
Franziska: Yes, of course. Have a pleasant day. *She turns back to her file-- she does need to make some headway with this and to stop focusing on that prom.*
Miles: *he looks at her getting back to work with a faint crinkle at the corner of his eye and then turns on his heel and leaves her office.*