I'll be there for you [SEMI-CLOSED]

[acemedium]

Who: The Ace Attorney cast and their close friends??
When: Today!
Where: The fair
Summary: Since life sucks right now, Phoenix and Maya decide to forcibly drag their people to the fair for fun and shenanigans! And giant teddy bears.
Warnings: Noooothing?

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[mentis_reae]

[Edgeworth is not being the worst sport about going on rides. He's done a couple. But that's not going to keep him from breaking off occasionally to brood.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[Guess who actually is being a poor sport and refusing to do anything that Maya doesn't harangue her into? If you guessed 'Franziska von Karma', you would be absolutely correct! Incidentally, Franziska is still feeling in a rather broody mood herself, topic of said brooding being Miles Edgeworth, of course.

However, Franziska isn't the type to avoid problems forever, certainly not, and she still feels rather guilty about the last conversations they had (even though she's still certain she was in the right). She knows better than to pry (for now), or nag, because she certainly doesn't want to initiate lecture mode again. For now, she simply approaches where he's sitting, arms folded across her chest.]

Enjoying yourself, Miles Edgeworth?

[mentis_reae]

[He glances up, and when he sees Franziska, his face sets itself in a mask of neutrality. He doesn't know what to expect from this, so he approaches it at arm's length.]

Good afternoon, Franziska.

[dancing_pierrot]

[A pause, and then she settles down on the bench near him.]

You didn't answer my question.

[mentis_reae]

[He looks over.]

It's - pleasant, yes.

[dancing_pierrot]

I suppose it could be considered such, but I didn't think that this was your type of preferred activity.

[She brings her hand up to her mouth to sneeze, then pulls a tissue out of her pocket.]

Nevertheless, I hope Maya Fey's enjoying herself, considering all the fuss she made about dragging us along.

[mentis_reae]

[A nod.]

I - hope the same.

[Then he looks over at Franziska.]

Was that allergies, or are you falling ill?

[dancing_pierrot]

What is there to be allergic to at this time of year? [Sneeze.] I'm fine.

[mentis_reae]

Then the conclusion is that you are falling ill.

[dancing_pierrot]

Don't be ridiculous. I don't get sick.

[mentis_reae]

[He lowers his head slightly, but not sadly. Instead:]

So when you were eleven and I had to bring you a neverending litany of items to make you feel better, you were...? Not sick?

[dancing_pierrot]

Of course not.

[mentis_reae]

You merely wished me to bring you things.

[dancing_pierrot]

[A cough which she manages to turn into a laugh.]

You think you have me figured out now, do you?

[mentis_reae]

If I live to be a hundred, I'll not presume to think I have you figured out.

[The words, though, are uttered with the warmth that had been missing from their previous conversations.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[She actually notices, and tries to smile in return. This being Franziska, however, it comes across as more of a smirk.]

That's right, Miles Edgeworth. Anyway, I probably just need to get some more sleep.