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[imperfectfools]

attorneyd / "Christmas is a goyish holiday, so don't worry... I won't hound you for working late," she grins. "My kids had finals for most of Hanukkah."

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Franziska gives a tight-lipped smile back to Mrs. Heere. It’s not as if they’re getting much done, no cases just… organizing. Both of them needed something to do, but were just as aware of their inability to do too much.

The work, while simply busywork, did give Miles something to ground himself on, so he does perk and acknowledge Mrs. Heere. “It’s good to see you, Mrs. Heere.” His gaze is a bit distant, words somewhat automatic, but Franziska feels a bit a relief that he’s responding at all.

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How do you feel about being Momdopted by Mes. Heere?

Miles and Franziska look at each other and back at you almost incredulously.

“Us?”“Her?”“No, no. She’s… just a work colleague.”“…She helped me when I was sick once and brought me hot cocoa but… psuedo-adopted?”“Mom?”“No…”“No. Certainly not. She says she’s proud of us every night but that’s... that’s just kindness. It’s not... she’s not....”

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attorneyd / ‘I care very much about both of you, always have, and I’m very proud of all your hard work.’

in which Mrs. Heere is so amazing she inverts the meme & i love her for it@attorneyd

Franziska and Miles both blink at her for a bit before they find their voices again.

“Thank you, Mrs. Heere….”“J-ja, we… we appreciate it.”

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* / imagine rebecca heere in any verse reassuring franziska she doesn't look like mvk at all, that she's sophisticated, gentle, witty, talented, and gorgeous. all that good stuff that she will always insist to be true about fran. she also tells her the fact that she /can/ cry proves she's not like her father; her father didn't have the humanity enough to cry.

(( n OW IM CRYING THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ))

[imperfectfools]

attorneyd / Rebecca hasn’t made a comment to prelude her entrance, just tentatively runs her hand across Miles’ shoulders as he sits hunched over his work; softly and lightly as she speaks, “Miles you need to go home and get some rest.”

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Miles sucks in a breath in surprise but let’s it out in relief; Mrs. Heere’s hand is surprisingly cool on his back. “I… I’m almost done… I don’t… I’m almost done.”

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attorneyd / “Having a smoke isn’t the end of the world, you know...”

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Miles looks away. “It’s not a vice I need people knowing about.”

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attorneyd / “Miles, what on Earth were you doing out there?”

Rainy Day || ACCEPTING@attorneyd

Miles steals a mint from his coat pocket before hanging it up properly on the coat rack. Usually, he preferred indulging his stress-born vice carefully in his own office, but the rain had dashed those plans. Ruining the carpet and furniture is far worse than perhaps getting caught with a cigarette in the rain.

“I needed a spot of fresh air; one particular case has been… trying.” 

[imperfectfools]

attorneyd / “Franziska, hurry inside before you catch a cold.”

Rainy Day || ACCEPTING@attorneyd

Franziska speed walks through the doorway to the building, shaking off her umbrella outside before properly drawing inwards. She rolls her shoulder as she turns toward Mrs. Heere. “Thank you for holding the door.”