Prompt: Working
Character(s): Phoenix Wright, Maya Fey
Originally Written: 2.26.2009
"Nick…"
"Maya, please, you've been doing this for the past half hour. There's this thing called 'work' that I need to do."
He didn't have to turn around to know she was pouting like a child who wasn't getting her way. He sighed dramatically and continued to sift through the obscene piles of paperwork, ignoring her pleas to escape from the stuffy offices. The summer thus far had been god awfully brutal, and he was sacrificing his rent on his apartment just to get air conditioning in the office.
She draped herself over his shoulder, closing her eyes and frowning. "Come on, aren't you dying in here?"
"Whether I'm dying or not has nothing to do with the fact that I can't just leave whenever I want." The heat wave inexplicably grew stronger now that she had thrown herself onto him.
"But if you die, then you'll never be able to take me anywhere!" she whined before eyeing a stray pile of papers. He suddenly knew what her intentions were as she smiled mischievously.
"Have some self-control! You can wait another hour, can't you?"
Her lip wibbled.
"Maya…"
Oh no.
"Maya…"
This was ridiculous.
"Fine, fine!" He shoved the pile of papers away, glaring dangerously at the spirit medium. "I won't get anything done at the rate you're going."
She smiled, chalking this up as yet another victory on her part, seeing his annoyance as an admission of defeat. "You'll thank me for this later, Nick."
He managed a smirk in spite of himself. "When we don't have air conditioning thanks to you, sure."
The look of horror on her face was enough to satisfy him.
