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[Are you really this stupid, Phoenix Wright?

Oh, right, of course. It's you.]

You, obviously.

.......

(Obviously.)

Okay, but to say what to me? Besides that I need to call ADT or whatever.

[She stands up, picking up her handbag from where it's sitting on the bedside table.]

Not to say something, to give you something. Something that is rightfully yours.

(... No, von Karma, don't say a whipping, don't say a whipping, don't say a whipping...)

A whipping?

(Wait, why did I say a whipping!?)

...Because that wouldn't be true, okay?

[She tsks, rifling through her bag for the card that she had been holding on to still, even after all this time.]

If that's what you want, I can provide... although I don't have my whip with me tonight I am more than capable of improvising.

No... I came to give you this.

[She holds the card out to him so that he can take it from her.]

[He stares at it blankly for a second, and is about to ask, when he suddenly has a FLASHBACK which I'm too lazy to write out...]

(That's right... the fourth piece of evidence... But this has Maya's handwriting on it. She wrote my name at a time like that... I can't believe Franziska remembered this...

Also, my hair isn't that spiky, Maya!

...Is it?)

Oh.

T-Thanks, Franziska... It's a little late for the case, but... that's a good memory, in the end.

[She rolls her eyes.]

I obviously didn't bring it here for the sake of the case...I think I did more than my part for that already.

[She shakes the card a bit, as though saying 'take it'!]

Aren't you wondering why I've been holding onto it all this time?

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(Urk...)

[Okay, gingerly, he reaches out and takes it.]

... It seems like something you'd be persistent enough to do. But is there some other reason?

Does there have to be another reason? I made a promise to myself that I would see you again one day, Phoenix Wright, and on that day, I would return it to you.

I won't be coming back to this country for a while, I can promise you that.

... Okay, fine, if you don't have one, then why'd you want me to ask?

And where are you going, anyway?

I've accepted a more permanent job offer working with Interpol in an official liaison capacity. With the ongoing investigations around Cohdopia and nearby countries, I will be there for a while.

I've been making my farewells, you know, and you were the very last person on that list.

[Whether this is a good or bad thing remains to be seen.]

[taking her right up there...]

... Is that a good or bad thing?

So you're not going to be a prosecutor anymore?

I didn't say that. Just that there are bigger things in the sea to fry than petty criminals and murderers. It's far time that I took on a new challenge.

[But why is she explaining all this to him, anyway? She'd done what she'd come here to do, even if this, in honesty, hadn't been as planned out as she'd like him to believe. Earlier this evening, she'd been having dinner with Miles Edgeworth and they had exchanged more than a few drinks - well, Franziska had consumed such drinks - and Phoenix Wright had come up in conversation and as such with most decisions made under the influence, it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

She scowls slightly, directing the look at Phoenix because he's the closest person at hand. But really, this is all Miles Edgeworth's fault. If only he'd drunk his own fair share...

And as for whether it's a good thing or a bad thing:]

What do you think, Phoenix Wright? [There had been another reason she'd decided to come here tonight, but now that she's more clear-headed, she's doing her best to suppress that foolish thought.

She takes a step closer to him, nonetheless, leaning in.]

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

[~~no surprise that a Tash character gets drunk~~]

(Well, when it comes to her opinion of me, it's usually...)

...A bad thing, I'd assume. Or at least with bad results for me.

[ ~~hey what other reason would she have for falling asleep in his bed~~ ]

[ In any case, she leans in even further, raising a hand to cup his chin, fingers squeezing his cheeks as if he's a young child or cute puppy. ]

Has anyone ever told you that you need to do something about your debilitating sense of self-esteem?

... No. Zhey moshly dewilitate it more.....

(Ezbecially you! I mean, especially you!)

[ She sighs. She should probably just go home and leave this fool to his self-loathing misery. Yet, she'd come here with a purpose in mind, and just moving on without fulfilling seemed awfully like giving up to her - even if it was just a drunken idea, her mind was perfect. Always.

Franziska von Karma is not a quitter, so it's with that in mind that she does what happens next. ]

Close your eyes.

[ And even though she's given him that direction she moves her hands upwards and obscures his vision.

He won't see this coming.

Literally. ]

[Franziska, you can do better than him, surely. Come on.

But of course any idea she had must be perfect. He does not, in fact, close his eyes, but instead just sees the palms of her hands the whole time, and then takes a step back. Then possibly another one. It may or may not help at all, though, except in achieving his back being against the wall. Literally.]

[ Again with the low self-esteem, Phoenix Wright.

Anyway, now that he's backed up against the wall, there's nowhere else to go, nothing else to do, then what she had always intended.

And that's kiss him, of course. It's only when she's leaned in to press her lips against his that she pulls her hand away from his eyes; it trails over his shoulder, down his side, tugs his body against hers.

It's no chaste kiss, to be certain; Franziska's actions are commandeering, full of a pent up sort of energy saved for such an occasion as this. Perhaps she would never see him in a courtroom again, but at least she'd have something to remember him by. ]

([He sits there lik.e a lim.p biscuit for about two se.conds before Whis body respohnds for a him, leaning into tthe ki!?ss.

Also, his mind and h)is thought process just exploded into tiny little bits. As illustrated.]

[ That pause is long enough to cause her stomach to twist - perhaps she'd misread the situation, the outcomes, and this wasn't going to turn out the way she had expected. But then he starts kissing back and those thoughts of doubt... well, they never really existed. How could she, Franziska von Karma, be wrong?

Like always, she had him right where she wanted; in this case, against the wall, her lips against his, hips pulled flush together. Almost immediately, she deepens the kiss, tongue prising his lips apart. ]

[what do you mean like always.... you always lose...

This case may be a bit different, though. One can't very well shout Objection! while one's lips are otherwise occupied. Especially when Franziska is being so (well, normally) aggressive.

He squirms against the wall, but he finds himself responding automatically nevertheless. Especially with the "hips flush" part. That's difficult to ignore.]

[ Franziska von Karma is not the type of woman to be ignored. This much is evident after she feels Phoenix respond to her actions, and in return she rolls her hips against his and nips at his lower lip with her teeth.

Coming up for air? A von Karma is a superior type of human being that does not need to indulge in such nonsense! ]

[The evident challenge that she's making of this rather makes him want to challenge her right back. Maybe Franziska von Karma can be ignored, and maybe that'll just set her off even more. He backs it off for a second, pulling away and just... staring, a little bug-eyed, with no idea what to say, except he's so not sure about the legality of this...]

--V-Von Karma, is everything all right!?

[ Phoenix Wright, why do you ruin perfectly good things by asking questions. She leans with him, brushing her breath hot against his neck when she answers. ]

I don't remember asking you to speak.

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ADT... Australian Dance Theatre?

http://www.adt.com/ gosh

looks like it could be a porn link /squints

wow that "this" looks like a porn link

what

YOU'RE A PORN ADDICT TOO

BUT WHERE IS YOUR *EVIDENCE*

up your butt

... get it out of there, Simme :|

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so basically in conclusion franziska gets off on phoenix's suffering?

um no surprise

... yeah it really isn't

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BUT WHERE IS YOUR EVIDENCE