[ACTION] OPEN MEETING FOR THE TOWER APARTMENTS

[rapturescreed]

Who: The head committee of the Newcomer Political Party, ALL NEWCOMERS, SERO and AGI representatives, and some NPC security guards.
When: April 12th. 4:00 pm.
Where: The Newcomer Community Center
Summary: An OPEN MEETING is being held to discuss problems with the Tower Apartments, and to get immediate feedback from the reps from AGI and SERO as to

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[dancing_pierrot]

[It's with some trepidation that Franziska approaches Miles at the conclusion of the meeting; she almost wants to retreat now while she still has the opportunity to, but not only would that be breaking a promise, it feels weak. After all, she has to prove to him that she's making the right decision, that she can take care of herself -- at the same time, however, she hates that she feels so obligated. She still considers this conversation unnecessary, in a way.

She approaches him quietly; her whip is nowhere in sight and the forearm of her dominant hand is bandaged up - a reasonable excuse for anyone who doesn't know she can whip with both hands, but not one that will work on Miles Edgeworth. No, he won't be as easily fooled.]

Miles. You wanted to talk.

[mentis_reae]

[The absence of the whip does not go unnoticed. Nor does that injury. He's rather glad of the former, but the latter is met with a frown.]

When were you injured?

SORRY FOR THE LATENESS. <3

[dancing_pierrot]

[She crosses her good arm over her chest defensively.]

I didn't come here to talk about that.

It's like a late present. <3

[mentis_reae]

[He hesitates - then, reluctantly, nods. It's not worth getting into an argument over.]

All right. Walk with me, then. I'll purchase a coffee for you.

<3

[dancing_pierrot]

That's unnecessary; I'm hardly destitute.

[But she relaxes her posture, letting her arm drop by her side, waiting to see which direction he'll move in.]

[mentis_reae]

I'm not buying it for you because I think you can't afford it.

[He lifts his chin in a direction, then starts walking. He's the first to reach a door, and he has to awkwardly maneuver to open it with his right hand; he looks at her and then leads on a bit farther.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[For once, she doesn't complain about following, or even try to catch up to walk properly beside him; when she speaks, however, her tone is almost snide.]

Then why? I don't need your pity.

[mentis_reae]

Because that is what people do for one another, Franziska.

[It's difficult not to add a passive-aggressive aside about how they also warn their siblings about major life changes - but that's not called for, so he says nothing.]

[dancing_pierrot]

Then I shall buy you a drink as well.

[mentis_reae]

[He opens his mouth, then closes it again.]

All right.

[He leads the way outside.]

[dancing_pierrot]

[She's quiet while she's considering whether it's worth asking or not, but eventually decides that it is.]

Where, precisely, are we going?

[mentis_reae]

There is a coffee shop I saw coming in. If that is amenable to you?

[dancing_pierrot]

It'll do.

[mentis_reae]

[He nods. Then, finally:]

Why didn't you tell me beforehand?

[dancing_pierrot]

[She'd been anticipating that question; her answer is somewhat recited.]

There was no need to.

[mentis_reae]

Why not, precisely? Do you think it wasn't humiliating to hear at precisely the same time as everyone else?