objection!

(Not liking for a starter, just for moral support)

thank you! I APPRECIATE IT..! any moral support is helpful  

     That complete and utter boor. He shouldn’t have to stand for this kind of treatment. He had been nothing but kind (well,) and honest (WELL,) to Phoenix, and this was how he was repaid– with this behavior. Kristoph was putting all of his effort into not glaring; his friend/adversary clearly saw this as some kind of joking game, and he would be damned if he let that kind of behavior get to his head.

    “I would have called or sent a text before leaving, if I were thinking of going that far,” he said, trying to keep his cool. “Unlike some uncouth acquaintances of mine,” (here he dared to shoot Phoenix a mean look,) “I would never show up too early or late to an event without some kind of acknowledgement.”

    He turned his attention back to his glass, which was full, given that he had just been served a new one.

    “What are you implying?” Kristoph decided to just ask outright. “Don’t you try to tempt me. I know you. I have to drive home.”

Retaining his unashamed smile, he blatantly ignored Kristoph’s passive aggressive comment and darted his eyes elsewhere... a habit he had adapted since losing his badge.

“Oh, if it’s the driving home you’re worried about then there’s no problem. I always just thought you were an angry drunk or something.”

All the years he’d known Kristoph and he’d always insisted on ordering the most dull of drinks. Some manner of tea, or... heaven forbid–water. “I may not have a license, but I can ride a bike. I’ll drive you home. Problem solved. Satisfied?”

Her whip cracked. Her fist warning.

“Yes, Foolish Wright. That’s exactly what I’m telling you!”

But then, a little pause and also a minimum change in her voice.

“… Since you already have a daughter, I figured you were the most suitable fool that this city has to offer for this kind of delicate matter. I’m in need of babysitter’s recomendations.”

The sweat dripping down his face was less than subtle. He was more than a little intimidated by the sound of Franziska’s whip.

Although, his expression lightened considerably when he heard the word ‘babysitter’ mentioned. That was... well, more than unexpected.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Nick: it’s just me!” Chimes Pearl as she enters the office. She could see he was the only one here and looked…awfully bored: he still must have not had the best luck with clients.

“How are you today? I came here to give this office a daily cleaning!“ Because she knows him or the others certainly aren’t going to do it. That, and maybe a cleaner looking office will help life his spirits up a little.

“Pearls!”

His eyes widened ever so slightly upon seeing the very familiar face in front of him. He was expecting a stranger outside his door, but he was pleasantly surprised to see Pearl. Emphasis on surprised–he wasn’t expecting to see her today or really anytime soon. Of course, Pearl wasn’t normally the type to phone in before arriving so... jokes on him.

“That’s awful, ah, nice of you but it isn’t necessary really...–” Turning his head, he looked around the office to see what a mess it was. He hadn’t really payed attention much to how it looked... when he should have. Perhaps that was part of the reason clients weren’t coming around too often. “I can’t put you to work after you’ve come all this way. Seriously.”

She had to climb out of her van, though, she did want to avoid the awkward conversation. She saw that awkwardness written all over him. It had been too long. She could have ignored the man who exposed the truth. The man who she had come to respect and owned a debt to. However, she didn’t. 

“Mister Wright. It has been going very well.” 

She walked over, a fake smile on her face. She leaned towards him. “I suppose I should give you a lunch.” She held out a Wright Way lunch. “I never got to properly thank you…Business aside. I appreciate you doing what Jake, Goodman, and I couldn’t do. Thank you.” She missed the force still. However, she wasn’t quite ready yet. 

At least he heard it had been going well for her, rather than ‘everything has gone horribly wrong since then and it’s all your fault’ or something to that degree.

Taking the lunch–a tad reluctantly–he gave a rather wistful smile directed towards the prideful woman standing in front of him. She was handling herself well, especially considering the two hadn’t seen each other since that time, but it was clear that she wasn’t... satisfied with her work as a lunchlady. How could she have been? After all, she used to be quite the detective.

     Kristoph jumped and turned around so fast that he hurt his neck, then bristled at the sight of Phoenix. 

    “You,” he started, and didn’t continue. He pointed a finger at him in an accusatory manner, going as far as to shake it at him, but no words came out of his mouth. “You– You absolute knave,” he said finally. “How dare you.”

    He made a face like he was disgusted, clutching the napkin his silverware had been wrapped in and sneering at nothing in particular for a moment before turning his attention back to Phoenix. 

    “Have you been here this entire time? How could you. I have been sitting at this table, waiting for my dear friend to arrive–” He set down the napkin, taking in a very deep breath and breathing out very slowly. “Have a seat, Phoenix.”

Boy, the look on Kristoph’s face. Now that was absolutely priceless. It really was the little things in life, wasn’t it.

Taking a seat across from his steaming friend, Phoenix couldn’t wipe the silly grin off of his face. Ah yes, he’d been waiting for his dear friend. Well, he couldn’t help himself but test how long that waiting game could last. It seemed that a lot of their... friendship was built upon secrets and little tests like that.

"I was actually going to wait a bit longer to come over here, but then I saw you looking towards the door and it made me nervous you were thinking of leaving.”

hi there!! 

             The expression that she flashes him in response is anything but coy. “That is where you are wrong, Phoenix Wright. Do not make such presumptuous assumptions about me. You only look foolish.” In all honestly, Franziska likes both tea and black coffee. It depends on her mood. The flight back to America has her feeling annoyed and lethargic. She’s almost twenty, but one can barely tell that she’s still not even close to her prime.

Yes, this was definitely the Franziska he had battled against in court, even if he was currently just standing next to her in an ordinary coffee shop. He’d recognize that disconcerting sound of hearing his full-name being used anywhere.

It felt strange, really. He hadn’t seen her in a long while... and now here she was. Standing next to him, coffee in hand looking exhausted from a long flight. He could understand that.

Near the counter where they were standing were some packets of sugar and cream–a ‘help yourself’ station for those that ordered plain coffees rather than specialty types. Phoenix decided to mix in some cream and a decent amount of sugar.

Angel Starr. How... awkward. It was awkward and he hadn’t even spoken to her yet. Maybe he could just walk on by without–too late. They made eye contact.

He hadn’t talked to her ever since he cross examined her back goodness knows how long ago... he’d lost track of the time since then. There was no ignoring her now.