DISCLAIMER: hee… hee… hee… Would you like some coffee while you wait? Phoenix Wright belongs to Capcom…
A/N: This is a tentative Godot x Viola Cadaverini pairing. I didn't come up with this b/c certain people have been hounding me to write about Godot. I wrote it b/c I'm in the middle of replaying case 3 of T&T and I just rediscovered how much I love Violetta! (I can't help it, I'm Goth. Her character appeals to me in the same way as Saki Hanajima and Sunako Nakahara… if I knew these people in real life they would be my best friends.)
- Coffee? -
Further investigation of the case at hand brought Godot to the establishment known as Tender Lender. He quickly discovered that it was the Phoenix Wright imposter who ran the business, but it seemed that the loan shark was not in at the moment.
Godot mused briefly on the idea of evil twins before his thoughts were interrupted by a creepy laugh.
"Hee… hee… hee…"
He looked up to see a sinister young woman with a dark aura and a thick bandage around her head. Her black hair hung limply against her neck and the sides of her face. She was wearing a black dress with a white collar. There was a thin red ribbon tied in a bow around her neck, but he had no way of knowing that because he, of course, was red/white colorblind and the ribbon rested against the white portion of the cloth.
"Don Tigre isn't in right now," Violetta continued, her voice low with sinister overtones. "Would you care for a cup of coffee… while you wait…? I brewed it myself…"
"I make my own special blends, but I wouldn't mind trying one of yours, kitten," Godot replied, all charm and sugar at the prospect of feeding his addiction.
"I hope you enjoy it… hee… hee… hee…" Violetta handed him a cup of coffee, which the prosecutor gracefully accepted. "Please wait here quietly."
Godot quickly swallowed the sip of coffee he'd just taken. "Wait!" he called out. "I was hoping I could speak to you a little more…"
"About what?" Violetta asked, looking away shyly. (Or so it appeared to Godot. This was actually a practiced mannerism, and as such lent a bit more creepiness to the dark aura she projected.) "I can't tell you much…"
"Just to pass the time, kitten," Godot replied smoothly. He took another sip of his coffee, tasting it carefully this time. "This coffee… the temperature is just right and the flavor is rather interesting. Hot and bitter, as coffee should be, but this has a different kind of bitterness than any I have tasted before."
Violetta was relieved that this strange man only wanted to make small talk. More than that, however, she was surprised that a person existed in the world that actually liked her "special coffee". But of course she didn't let any of those feelings show externally.
Her expression remained creepy-calm even as she was saying, "I'm glad you like it… hee… hee… hee… There are cookies… I baked them…"
Godot accepted a cookie to be polite, but he was really only interested in the coffee. "I make my own special blends. It's a hobby of mine," he informed his sinister companion. "I have over a hundred custom flavors."
Is he flirting with me? Violetta wondered, and resolved to steer the conversation back to business matters. She couldn't have a potential client taking a special interest in her. She was Don Tigre's girl, after all.
After a few moments of creepy silent staring during which time she observed the prosecutor's visor and prematurely white hair, Violetta told Godot, "I'll get you in to meet Don Tigre as soon as possible to discuss your loan… your medical bills must be quite high…" That was something she could sympathize with. "Please, have another cup… hee… hee… hee…"
"Don't mind if I do, kitten."
Is this the beginning of something very creepy and yet somehow beautiful in its own right? or is it…
-the end-