#failscars

[fiircbird-archive-blog]

@failscars

“Am I going to have to make the spoon into a plane and go ‘MROWWW’? Because I will.” As if to back-up his “threat”, Phoenix picks up the utensil that is full of chicken noodle soup, ready to feed the ill prosecutor if he really had to.

“Last chance, Franziska.” He wiggles the spoon, ensuring that none of the broth spilled over. His smile grows a bit, knowing that she wouldn’t like to be treated in such a way. Well, it was either that or eat it without grumbling about him taking care of her.

[turnaboutmaster-blog]

@failscars ✩ – “Oh,” Well, well, well. If it wasn’t a certain Miss Franziska von Karma he had run into in what was quite the coincidence. Phoenix had gone to a local coffee shop to get, surprise, a plain coffee to go. He didn’t expect to run into the exceptionally young prosecutor in a place like this. A place so... ordinary.

“I... always expected you to be more of a tea person.”

[thislovelylady]

@failscars

“Seems we’ve got two of the better immune systems out there.” The flu season was in full swing, and more than 70% of the LAPD was out of commission. (Her husband got hit hard, too. Poor Phoenix didn’t get sick often, but when he did, they wrecked him to all hell.)

Pros? She got a lot of work done with no disruptions. Cons? there was little to no active detective force. So despite wanting to go home early, Lenora couldn’t bring herself to do so. She’d at least stay a few more hours until 5pm. Besides, Franziska seemed to be in a similar boat.

She set down a cup of coffee beside the prosecutor while lifting a mug of her own to her lips, “That’s black, by the way. Add as much sugar as you like.”

[detectiveshcrk-blog]

failscars started following you

 Great. 

  “Are you here to help in investigation or just passing through.”

[turnabouting-blog]

failscars replied to your post: ❛he was dead when I walked in.❜ ( @godot !! )

( also this reminded me a lot of that murder case I have with Fran I cryyy )

YOOOOO THAT’S RIGHT if u wanted to reply we could??? do a thread with that??

[turnabouting-blog]

failscars replied to your post: ❛he was dead when I walked in.❜ ( @godot !! )

( bless you for having Godot. What a babe tbh )

at first i never knew what to think of godot but after finally finishing t&t he became one of my fav characters

[praepcsitus]

🎉 ( let's say thirteen year old franny verse c': )

Send “🎉” to attack my muse with an obscene amount of confetti

╰ ♕ → Edgeworth watches with his arms folded over his chest as the janitors sweep confetti off of the courtroom floor. One of the defense attorneys had luck on their side && managed to win the trial against Prosecutor Payne, thus why Edgeworth holds a sour expression upon his face. He despises when the prosecution doesn’t win, it is almost an insult.He sighs after a moment, then turns towards Franziska. ❝ Perhaps we should-- ❞ he starts to say when she throws a handful of confetti at his face. He sputters as she cackles, swinging her riding crop around. Miles lifts a hand to swipe the bits of paper off of his face before ruffling it out of his hair. Miles is internally thankful their father isn’t around to witness such behavior, he doesn’t think he can take another lecture about their perfect image. (They all seem to repeat themselves now.) He thinks briefly.--However, despite his minimal flutter of panic, he doesn’t dare shoot down her joy--he doesn’t have the heart to, so he merely stays quiet && instead frowns at her. ❝ F-Franziska, wh-- do you have any idea how filthy this confetti is? It was on the floor. ❞ He huffs.