Flies Have Moments Too
Larry Butz was pondering with down cast eyes that daggered the table of a café, thinking about what his latest girlfriend said.
"You're not romantic enough!"
No matter how much Larry tried, he wasn't romantic enough…? He had previous girlfriends, and gave them gifts, listened to their every word, and yet they all broke up with him. It wasn't his fault, really. He never did anything wrong.
He took a long sip from his cup of ice coffee until he couldn't breathe anymore, and the sun had shone on him as if a miracle had happened. He slammed the coffee on the table, and flies suddenly started surrounding him, buzzing with a particular annoying tune. The two flies stopped and settled on the table.
Larry watched them.
He realized he was real stupid enough to observe flies, and waved his hand to make them go away.
He started bawling when he realized what he just did.
What his girlfriend said was quite true.
"AND THEN, AND THEN…" he rested his head on the table of a bar, with one and clutching a handle of a cup, and another wiping his face. "I REALIZED THAT I'M NOT ROMANTIC ENOUGH."
Edgeworth glanced at his friend, and stood quiet. He sipped his drink quietly. Phoenix had sweat on his brow when he listened, "H-how did you know what she said was actually tru-"
"CAUSE!" Larry cut his question by shouting a rather shrill scream.
He doesn't need to shout, Phoenix mused in his head.
"I REALIZED THE FLIES WERE LIKE, MATING ON THE TABLE-" He paused for a moment, sniffing, "-and, and…they were having a romantic time!" He bawled, his crying voice screeched.
"That is quite logical, actually," Miles spoke rather aloud, and continued sipping. "You've ruined quite a romantic moment, there. I'd say you're not romantic."
Since when did Edgeworth agree?!
Larry started described how the flies did it in full detail, making Phoenix excuse himself to the toilet. The last thing he heard was, "-there were all like, on top of each other, like that and pushing, y'know—" It made Phoenix run to the toilet with a thought like that. They were flies, dammit! FLIES! Who imagines flies mating?! At the corner of his eye, when Phoenix rushed to the toilet, Edgeworth listen attentively, as if the whole detailed fly moment meant interesting to him.
When the attorney came out of the toilet, Larry and Miles were dancing on the table, and Phoenix learned never to bring them out for a drink. Ever.
End
A/N: I did that to cats when I was younger, in front of my house. I chased them. Sadly, I don't really care if I'm romantic or not.
Wrote it 'cause Larry looks like that Kent dude in Dead Rising.