if you're going downtown, I might as well be on your way [CLOSED]

[swallow_wing]

Characters: Cirucci Thunderwitch and Phoenix Wright
Content: Cirucci has a couple inquiries for the man.
Setting: The marketplace.
Time: Backdated to around the time of the plane races; probably before her run-in with Shinjiro etc.
Warnings: None that I can think of. Cirucci is on her better behavior.

Comments

/offers comfort. Hot chocolate~?

[swallow_wing]

"They must be all very repressed," Cirucci stated, very factual and with a sympathetic note in her voice. "Having been bred with the strictness of the military...it must come out in strange ways. Maybe when no one's looking."

But she sighed. Outwardly, it might appear as though she was disappointed by the lack of juicy details, but really Cirucci couldn't figure out much else to ask Phoenix without being terribly redundant. "At least you guys probably aren't out in the air as much, if the crew is as competent as you say. You must get to stop in all sorts of places pretty often! Quick traveling, am I right~?

"And--'young girl'?" The comment made even Cirucci pause, her eyebrow twitching just slightly before she giggled to herself. It wasn't high pitched, or even girly-it was quieter, lower, even. "I'm a woman, you know. Maybe I'm a little younger than you, but I have experience."

Cirucci made a thick distinction between those two words: 'girl' and 'woman.' Young girl indicated all that inexperienced, childish innocence of youth. No 'young girl' was taken seriously. Women were things to be reckoned with, or were at the very least more aware of their power than a younger girl was. So to her, the correction as necessary, even if she had hid her annoyance behind a laugh.

/I would love it

[isntthatwright]

Whoa, someone had a bee in her bonnet. "Young woman, then," he corrected himself. What had been with that reaction? Normally, he wouldn't have picked up on the eyebrow-twitch, but Phoenix was a reporter, and had something like a sixth sense about people when he was questioning them about murders.

Now, this wasn't in the context of an investigation, so Phoenix didn't really think much of it. It only struck him as an odd reaction. "Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his neck with the hand she wasn't holding. "Yes, we travel around, but mostly around Ivona," he said, changing the subject.

/hands over!

[swallow_wing]

Realizing she wasn't going to get much more out of Phoenix, Cirucci released his wrist. A regretful half-smile crossed her face. "Oh, I've kept you for so long, haven't I..." She glanced away, eyes closing briefly.

No, any more attempts to get information out of him would just seem strange, at this point: hell, she knew how weird she must be coming off as to him, already. Rolling onto the balls of her feet, she turned a little to the side. "I should probably be going-it's getting late." Despite her words, she let her fingers brush against his for a fleeting moment-just in case the man had anything else to say, any last minute details she could soak up. "I really enjoyed talking with you, especially someone patient enough to entertain a girl like me~"