Recently edited for style and such, because three years makes a world of difference in writing.
Disclaimer: Franziska and Edgeworth belong to Capcom.
Got Your Nose?
"What do you think you're doing?" Franziska asked, struggling with a law tome that, in all probability, most likely weighed more than she did.
"Franziska... don't you ever play games?" Miles asked. "Ever?"
"Games are for small children."
He resisted the urge to point out she was only four herself, no matter how intelligent for her age she may be.
"Well..." said Miles thought, wondering how to make his appeal, "just this once?"
She glared at him. But she hadn't whipped him yet, and he considered that a good sign.
Nevertheless, she continued to read and pointedly ignored him.
"Please?"
He could see that she was starting to get annoyed. At least, more annoyed than usual.
"You are a foolish fool who foolishly plays foolish games!" she declared, before going back to reading.
He was surprised he hadn't been hit by now, but decided not to press his luck.
He'd try again later.
"Franziska?"
"Huh...?" replied the young girl, disoriented after waking up from a short rest. "Miles Edgeworth, what are you doing here?!"
"I do live here," he offered.
She glared at him again. "You know what I mean."
"I was wondering if you'd like to play a game, now that you've taken a nap."
"No. And it wasn't a 'nap'! Only children take naps! I simply laid down for a brief rest."
Miles sighed. She was going to play a game, whether she liked it or not.
And she probably wouldn't.
But, suddenly, he had an idea. Almost as an impulse, he swooped in and swiped her nose, executing the classic thumb-between-the-fingers trick.
He didn't think she would buy it for one minute, but, well, she was a four year-old...
She stared at him in stunned astonishment for a few seconds.
Then, she got angry. Really, really, really angry.
"Miles Edgeworth..." she said, getting up, whip at the ready.
"Give me back my nose!"
A/N: This story came about when I was playing with my little brother, who was probably eight or nine at the time. Because I was extremely bored, I decided to steal his nose, and he proceeded to fake great distress (or, at least, I hope it was fake) over his "loss".