something something sibling bonding.
Who: Franziska von Karma (whip_the_fools) & Miles Edgeworth (mentis_reae)
When: 10 am on Sunday, January 16th.
Where: Franziska’s apartment!
Summary: Sibling bonding! By which we mean most likely ‘seeking advice masked by ANGER’.
Warnings: Yelling. Shouting. Attorneys.
Since a quarter past nine, Franziska had been cleaning her apartment; it wasn’t a very large place, which made the endeavour a simple matter overall, but the new furniture and decorations she’d purchased the day before made navigating her way around a disorienting experience. When she’d lived alone in America, she’d always opted for keeping her living space spartan; there was no need to spend an excessive amount of money, energy or time on a place she only stayed at to sleep, after all. Yet, the difference between here and now - well, a difference that was relevant, at the very least - was that she hadn’t been in the habit of receiving guests back then. Seeing as Miles wasn’t even the first person to see the inside of her apartment, and probably - hopefully - wouldn’t be the last, she had succumbed to the necessity of making the place look comfortable; the last thing she wanted was anyone (least of all Miles Edgeworth) to be worrying about her living conditions. She’d even ensured that the radiator had been fixed, so there was no need to explain to anyone else why she had been wearing a coat indoors.
She’d finished her preparations with fifteen minutes to spare; Miles was more likely to turn up early than she was when she made visits, but hopefully he was aware that she appreciated punctuality before all else. It wasn’t as though arriving on time was a particularly grating demand, and she was doing her own part very well, playing the gracious host - she’d even ensured she’d had some tea in the house, although thinking of it made her face quirk into small expressions of disgust; it really would never be her favourite drink, and it irked her that she still wasn’t completely sure what his favourite type of tea was.
So, it was with anxious energy that she awaited Miles’s arrival, sitting in the armchair closest to the door, as though in the hopes she would be able to hear his footsteps from across the street. Much had happened in this past week; part of her wanted to discuss it, because if she were to be honest with herself (and she had been more and more lately), Franziska knew her relationship with Miles Edgeworth was frequently fraught with misunderstandings and moments where they did just not get each other, and she wanted to reduce those occurrences. Yet, at the same time, the temptation to fall back into old habits and just ignore everything inconvenient was difficult to resist, yet, if she did that, how would she move forward? She’d complained about sitting idle professionally; surely doing the same in other areas of her life would eventually give rise to the same dissatisfaction. Taking a deep breath, she simply assured herself she would know the optimal tactic to take once Miles actually arrived, so she tried to remain calm and hope that he wasn’t late - if he was, then at least she would know that the first order of events would to make him regret it.
When: 10 am on Sunday, January 16th.
Where: Franziska’s apartment!
Summary: Sibling bonding! By which we mean most likely ‘seeking advice masked by ANGER’.
Warnings: Yelling. Shouting. Attorneys.
Since a quarter past nine, Franziska had been cleaning her apartment; it wasn’t a very large place, which made the endeavour a simple matter overall, but the new furniture and decorations she’d purchased the day before made navigating her way around a disorienting experience. When she’d lived alone in America, she’d always opted for keeping her living space spartan; there was no need to spend an excessive amount of money, energy or time on a place she only stayed at to sleep, after all. Yet, the difference between here and now - well, a difference that was relevant, at the very least - was that she hadn’t been in the habit of receiving guests back then. Seeing as Miles wasn’t even the first person to see the inside of her apartment, and probably - hopefully - wouldn’t be the last, she had succumbed to the necessity of making the place look comfortable; the last thing she wanted was anyone (least of all Miles Edgeworth) to be worrying about her living conditions. She’d even ensured that the radiator had been fixed, so there was no need to explain to anyone else why she had been wearing a coat indoors.
She’d finished her preparations with fifteen minutes to spare; Miles was more likely to turn up early than she was when she made visits, but hopefully he was aware that she appreciated punctuality before all else. It wasn’t as though arriving on time was a particularly grating demand, and she was doing her own part very well, playing the gracious host - she’d even ensured she’d had some tea in the house, although thinking of it made her face quirk into small expressions of disgust; it really would never be her favourite drink, and it irked her that she still wasn’t completely sure what his favourite type of tea was.
So, it was with anxious energy that she awaited Miles’s arrival, sitting in the armchair closest to the door, as though in the hopes she would be able to hear his footsteps from across the street. Much had happened in this past week; part of her wanted to discuss it, because if she were to be honest with herself (and she had been more and more lately), Franziska knew her relationship with Miles Edgeworth was frequently fraught with misunderstandings and moments where they did just not get each other, and she wanted to reduce those occurrences. Yet, at the same time, the temptation to fall back into old habits and just ignore everything inconvenient was difficult to resist, yet, if she did that, how would she move forward? She’d complained about sitting idle professionally; surely doing the same in other areas of her life would eventually give rise to the same dissatisfaction. Taking a deep breath, she simply assured herself she would know the optimal tactic to take once Miles actually arrived, so she tried to remain calm and hope that he wasn’t late - if he was, then at least she would know that the first order of events would to make him regret it.