CHAPTER 29

Franziska woke up to the feeling of a cold, wet tongue sliming it's way across her right cheek. She didn't have to be completely awake to know what it was. "Pesu...!" Shegrowled at the large sheepdog, who only seemed to be excited by her being awake.

She got up slowly, as not to awake Miles beneath her, and made her way to the freezer and pulled out the carton of peppermint-chocolate-chip ice cream she loved so much. She scooped into to a bowl and sat down at the dinner table. Pesu had been following her, and she had been ignoring him in order to eat her ice cream in peace. He began spinning in circles rapidly, and his breathing had increased. "What, Pesu? What do you want?" He let a whimper; Franziska had never been around animals much, but is was obvious that this dog needed to go to the bathroom. She finished up her ice cream quickly and put her clothes, and led Pesu out the door, grabbing his leash off of a hook stationed beside it.

She walked the dog around the block; he did his business, but Franziska quickly got away before she would be forced to pick it up. She found that the dog didn't make things very difficult for her, as she had expected him to, and didn't slobber at all. Does he only drool on me and no other time?

After they were done, they made their way back into the hotel. She took Pesu with her into the Apartment's lobby; It was a large apartment complex, and probably the most luxurious in the city, so it had two lobbies; one that allowed pets and one that didn't. She tied Pesu's leash to the chair she planned on sitting in and set her whip down on the table to further secure her proclaimation of that particular place in the corner of the lobby. She had never been in the lobby before, because Edgeworth didn't like it, so she just avoided it, but she decided to take a look at it today.

It was a peaceful enviroment; there were residents/pet owners in there with both dogs and cats, but everyone seemed to get along fine. She got a bottled coffee out of the refrigerator that sat in the lobby, open to any resident who wanted in it.

She grabbed a newspaper and took a seat at her table; she started to read the headlines of it, and she felt like she was going to enjoy this place. BANG!

A useless-looking man in an orange jacket came bursting through the doors with what looked to be a dog he had literally picked up off the side of the road 5 minutes ago.

Now I know why Miles doesn't like this place... Larry Butz, with his smelly "pet," walked over to two ladies, one looking to be booksy and the other one platinum blonde with a spray tan, making polite conversation with small pets in their purses. "Hey, ladies! You're looking beautiful today! How long has it been?"

The booksy girl gave no attention to him, but the other one looked at him puzzledly, although her facial expression didn't have to change much in order to do this. "Larry? I thought you had a cat..."

He stumbled over his words; "I-I-I-I-I...Mr. Cat was depressed! So I let him stay at home today...and I brought my other pet, errr...Mr. Dog! With me! Yeah!" The booksy girl and Franziska simultaneously deflated as this man's stupidity, although they were all the way across the room from each other. The not-so-booksy girl talking to him didn't seem to fall much farther from the branch as Larry did, though, and smiled genuinely at him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Tell Mr. Cat I hope he gets better, ok?" She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Larry was beaming; "You know...babe" Franziska noted how he forget the blonde girl's name. "...I always thought that if you were a booger, I'd pick you first."

Franziska was just flabbergasted at this man; Shakespeare must've forgotten to add that line to Romeo & Juliet...

The booksy girl beside them couldn't help but just drop a cold "WHAT." as Larry continued making his moves on the blonde girl, who was gushing at his compliments. Well, I guess they'd make a good couple.

Franziska picked the newspaper laying on top of her whip in front of her and began reading it over her cup of bottled cup of coffee. She heard the blonde girl say goodbye for the evening and go back up to her apartment. She was thinking it strange how she was just now reading the newspaper over coffee, considering it was just now getting to be 5 o'clock.

"Franzy!?"

"NO."

Larry Butz pulled the chair out on the otherside of the table and took a seat. "Franzy! Yo! How you been?" CRACK!

"I do not need to waste my time making foolish conversation with foolishly foolish fools such as you. Fool." He was beaming, and disregarded everything she just said.

"Soooo...you're with Edgey now, eh?" She crossed her arms and closed her eyes, holding her whip in her left hand, prepared to strike at any second. "Yes."

He blew a whistle out and put his feet up on the table, knocking Franziska's coffee into her lap. She broke lightspeed with her whip; CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

His chair had fallen over and he hit the floor with a thud. He picked his chair back up and sat down in it, rubbing the back of his head. Franziska had reached over and gotten some napkins and was trying to dry her clothes. He continued on, as if she were interested in what he had to say. "You know...I remember when me, Edgey, and Nick were little..." She stopped cleaning her clothes with the napkins and looked up, wanting to hear more.

She knew it didn't matter to him whether she wanted to hear more or not, he was going to say it, anyway. "...he would ALWAYS talk about his dad. 'I wanna be a defense attorney just like him one day.' 'He's my hero, I love him so much.' And he did it. I'm so proud of him." He was grinning.

She just buried her head into her hand, and just seemed to give up trying to reason with him. "He's not a defense attorney, Larry Butz. He's a prosecuting attorney." He shot her a thumbs up; "Same thing, dude!"

She just got up, grabbing Pesu and her whip, and made her way back to the apartment without responding. Larry just shrugged it off and tried talking to some of the other women in the lobby.

Once she and Pesu had made it back to the apartment, she smelled tea coming from the kitchen. She unhooked Pesu's leash and he jumped into the recliner, and she made her way into the kitchen.

She walked up behind Miles Edgeworth and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hello, Miles Edgeworth. I love you." She felt him get goosebumps. "I love you too, Franziska. Thanks for taking Pesu on a walk while I was sleeping."

She smiled. "Anytime, Miles." She heard him sniffing the air; "Why do I smell really cheap coffee?"

She just blushed and thought to herself Damn you, Larry Butz. She wondered why she thought she could manage to do something for Miles without humiliating herself, but she just shrugged it off with a smile as the teapot whistled, signaling their cups of tea to be ready.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanted to do a chapter exclusively for comic relief, as the 3rd day of the Trial will begin in the next chapter, so I wanted to lighten the mood. I'll probably be posting Ch. 30 later on today.

-ghostfacekiller39