So tell your friends just how you feel.

[miniworth]

Who:  a miniworth  and recrimination 
Where: Violet City
When: Saturday, February 5th
Summary: The two prosecutors-to-be have a small family reunion.
Rating: PG-13 depending on if that riding crop appears..
Log:

[Saturday's weather was better than any Miles had seen since waking up from his nine-day coma. It wasn't clear, the sky wasn't as blue as it could have been, but the sun's bright lights shining down onto the snow-covered streets made Johto seem a lot more cheerful than it had in any of the preceding days. It was refreshing.

Not that it helped the nervous tightening in his stomach as he arrived at the bench sitting outside the Violet Pokémon Center. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his pants - new, and long, as he'd purchased them before leaving Goldenrod, having a hunch that Franziska von Karma would only make snide comments at him if he appeared in his usual attire. His coat was new, as well: the old brown jacket he'd had since arriving in Johto was getting worn, and thus he had folded it up carefully and put it away inside his bag. 

Adjusting the blue scarf around his neck, Miles glanced down at his watch. Ten minutes. Ten minutes until the time he promised to meet up with his sister.

.....As he waited for her arrival, he vaguely wondered how tall she would be.]

Comments

[miniworth]

Phoenix Wright. Larry Butz. Kay Faraday. [The names roll off his tongue easier than he'd expected, but he falters at the last one.] ....and Dick Gumshoe, but I he isn't here anymore.

[He steps towards her, and there's an awkward shrug.] Would you like to go inside? It's getting chilly out here.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[If she notes the falter, she doesn't comment on it. Merely nods, as though satisfied, and then blinking at the suggestion of going inside. Well, it is a little chilly--]

That sounds satisfactory. Where will we be headed?

[miniworth]

The Pokémon Center is here, but there's also a café a short walk away. I think you'd prefer tea over hot chocolate.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[She makes a face.] I highly doubt that any tea this world has to offer will be suitable for my tastes. Since my arrival, I've yet to taste a single cup that has been brewed anywhere near the proper standard.

[miniworth]

Would you rather drink hot chocolate, then?

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

Is that what you have resorted to since your arrival?

[miniworth]

[When they arrive at that café, he holds the door open for her, raising an eyebrow.] I preferred it over coffee, but I've been drinking more tea, recently.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[She breezes through the door without thanks, as though it were only expected of him to do so. Upon her entrance, she gives the dingy shop a look over with the barest hint of distaste, before promptly selecting a table by the window for them. The bulbasaur follows suit, waddling along patiently.] You compromise far too easily.

[miniworth]

[He laughs at that, just a little.] Perhaps. [He disappears, then returns a few minutes later with two cups of the best kind of tea he could find on their menu - according to the von Karma standards that he was now familiar with, he was sure this was a far cry from perfect, but it was the best he could do. He sets one down in front of Franziska on the table, then takes a seat himself.] I didn't fancy unnecessary conflict.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

It's a shameful attitude. [Her derision is clear. However, judging from the tilt of her head, she doesn't intend on pursing the subject.

Rather, she gives the drink before her an annoyed look.] And what manner of tea is this?

[miniworth]

[He names some kind of Johto-exclusive tea.] I haven't been able to find any that you might be familiar with.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[She lifts up the cup gingerly and wrinkles her nose. Despite her manner, however, she does end up taking a small sip. Grudgingly--] It's warm.

... and I suppose the flavour is not terrible.

[miniworth]

[He can't help it - he smiles.] I'm glad to hear that.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[Her automatic response is to bristle.] However, it is a far cry from palatable. I won't compromise on quality -- you will rectify this in the future and pick something more suitable.

[miniworth]

[...........Just. This face.] You're so haughty.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her free hand to perform that infamous finger waggle.] I am 'haughty', so to speak, because I can afford to be.

[miniworth]

That's no excuse...

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

On the contrary. It is a right, which I am fully equipped to exercise.

[miniworth]

It's not illegal, no, but you should try being more polite, too.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

You do not need to say such needless things. I am polite when I feel it is necessary.

[She takes a sip of her tea again, apparently in a decent mood. A pause, when the bulbasaut next to her shifts, and she gives it a look.] However, you are a terrible host, Miles Edgeworth. I can see that that habit of your personality has not changed in the least.

[miniworth]

That habit? [He tilts his head inquiringly, peering at her over the top of his teacup.] I was never good with meeting up with people, if that's what you mean.

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I will take this opportunity to point out your error.

You have not provided my pokemon with a proper beverage.

[miniworth]

.......Oh. [He'd completely forgotten - his Pokémon more often than not simply drank from Miles' cup.] Mn... what should I get her, then?

[recrimination.livejournal.com]

You will give her the same that you have given me. [She pauses in slight deliberation.] She is a plant, and thus water brewed from leaves should be alright.

[miniworth]

[She is also a lizard, Franziska. He nods, and gets up from the chair.] Excuse me, then. [And he trots off to go get tea!]