Is it a symptom of aging to not be able to properly focus on something one started, such as this foolish microblogging nonsense?
… Perhaps I should ask Phoenix Wright.
Well.
hobo-phoenix:
practicedperfection:
hobo-phoenix:
practicedperfection:
These anonymous certainly are strange little creatures, aren’t they.
I think they might actually come from hell.
A foolish assumption.
Given that I have never seen them before, and it is common knowledge that I vacation there.
Ha ha ha!
A joke!
I love when you make good jokes. It’s like seeing a dog ride a unicycle.
I would completely loathe to be imprisoned over the righteous murder of an ex-lawyer.
Well.
hobo-phoenix:
practicedperfection:
These anonymous certainly are strange little creatures, aren’t they.
I think they might actually come from hell.
A foolish assumption.
Given that I have never seen them before, and it is common knowledge that I vacation there.
Well.
These anonymous certainly are strange little creatures, aren’t they.
[It is warm, and her sweater is too heavy for the weather, but she is Franziska von Karma and nothing so foolish as the foolish heat will make a fool out of her.
Ugh. The fools got away from her, there. That doesn’t happen as often anymore.
The day had been clear and sunny, one of those days that draws people from the confines of their homes and litters them across the parks like scraps of paper blown in by the wind. She’d heard laughter and the empty thud of balls bouncing on pavement all day, and bitter though she tried to be it was an entirely charming, carefree kind of sound. Oh, just years ago she would have slammed her window shut and scowled into her books. She’s gotten old.
It’s dimmed now into a cool evening, the last light of the day diffusing through the air, but still it’s warm enough that the knit of her sweater feels like it’s trapping the lingering heat in the yarn. Franziska stoutly ignores it, setting her shoulders back instead, because she is too far from home and too without a bag to remove her sweater. She also knows that the day that she wears her sweater tied around her shoulders or waist is the day that armageddon begins. Besides, foolish though she may look, there is little doubt that Phoenix Wright will not manage to surpass her.
He is reliable in that way.
She has walked her way to the front of what was once, simultaneously, the most unimpressive and most respectable law office in the city — and, in a sense, still is. She stops outside it. Wonders if it would be more true to her supposed character to forgo knocking and walk straight in, whip at the ready. Wonders if it would be as entertaining as it sounds to terrify Justice, and whether it would backfire if she inadertantly terrified Wright’s daughter as well.
She chooses to knock.]
I find I get most exhausted on the days off.
guilty-verdict replied to your post: swankyinspector replied to your post: ooc; if…
(( I didn’t know, ha hah hah! Thank you for the Wrightcest fanfiction~ Also pshh you are everywhere! (Which is not a bad thing though.) ))
[[My name is verne and I
I’m a—
I’m addicted to roleplaying.
And it’s been this way since — well, for seven years, at least.]]
florareinhold started following you
Good evening. My name is Franziska von Karma — I do hope you are not in need of any kind of legal services, because I am quite happily off duty, as it were.
swankyinspector replied to your post:
ooc; if they… don’t care… why did they even bother saying anything in the first place……
[[a wonderful inquiry
bitesizedprodigy replied to your post:
ooc; You are wonderful! Making all of us Franzy’s proud! -hug-
FUQ DA POLICE
hobo-phoenix replied to your post:
(( Oh, suddenly I know who this is. Hello. ))
I entirely don’t want to know ahaha
guilty-verdict replied to your post:
(( Wait you are Verne ldsfjhldfkghsd ))
y-yes
word
to my homedogs????]]
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