Aerith, Tifa & Yuna

[The Painted Lady]

"Just make sure you supply a return address," Phoenix quipped sarcastically.

[Tifa Lockhart]

There was a brief pause, in which one would assume Franziska was gearing up for a shrieking session, but then all that came was a strange sigh.
"Just make sure... he comes home, OK Phoenix Wright? You know as well as I that he's a fool when it comes to making acquaintances of any form, despite how positively wretched being on his own makes him," her voice was amazingly soft.
"I apologise for interrupting your sleep, and I will let you go now,"

[The Painted Lady]

"You 'apologise'?"
Phoenix sounded genuinely stunned. He didn't pursue the teasing and sarcasm that could have followed though.
"Look, I'll do my best Franziska. But I'm not going to force him. If we find him, great. If he comes back to America... Well, that's another thing entirely."
There was an incoherent mumble beside him.
"I'm keeping Iris up. I'll talk to you once I've figured out what I'm doing."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Of course, I'll stay available," Franziska replied, "Goodnight Phoenix Wright."
With that she hung up and sat back in her chair sighing heavily. She felt a strange tear between ecstatic and depressed, but she was pretty certain the evening ahead with Lang would make her feel a lot better.

[The Painted Lady]

A few minutes after Franziska had finished her call, Lang emerged from the bathroom, amongst a shroud of thick steam. A white towel was tied low on his hips and his well-sculpted torso glistened with moisture. After hanging up his jacket and pants, tossing his shirt into a heap on the ground close by, he moved back to Franziska.
"Why so down, little filly?" he asked, leaning an elbow on the back of her chair.
"I thought you'd be happy to find this stuff on Prosecutor Edgeworth?"

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I... don't really know," Franziska sighed, turning her chair to face Lang, standing and moving into his warm embrace. It was a strange act of affection from the woman.
"Guess it's just been so long I barely remember what he's like..." she looked up at Lang, still curled in against his chest. "What if... when they find him, he doesn't want to be found?"

[The Painted Lady]

Lang was quick to wrap his arms tightly around the woman, kissing the top of her head.
"Well, I guess that's just tough luck for him," he smirked.
He was a little concerned though. The circumstances of his relocation... troubled him. Since he first caught wind of Shih-na's escape and the release of her calling card, he had personally - and secretly - placed himself at the head of Interpol's investigations. Even after all these years, it was difficult to understand the woman's betrayal...
"He'll have a tough time disappearing again."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"He won't get away from Phoenix Wright once he has his trail," Franziska reasoned, her voice resuming its aggressive tone briefly before ebbing off again. "I just worry that he's still in danger and we'll be bringing him out into the open where they..."
She trailed off, chewing her lip in the insecure fashion she did in court when she got flustered.
She'd been in America when Edgeworth had been attacked in court. In fact, she'd come to watch the case that day. She'd never forget the screaming and the panic when the gunshot went off, and she couldn't forget the sight of the bailiff hurrying a bleeding Edgeworth out through an emergency exit. She hated to think that she'd just handed the key to his undoing to someone. She trusted Phoenix... but it was impossible to predict who else might find out.

[The Painted Lady]

"Isn't that why I'm here?" Lang grinned.
"If your brother's attacker comes out of hiding with him, you can bet that I'll be the first to cuff them."

[Tifa Lockhart]

Franziska's smile returned quite quickly when Lang reassured her that he would capture her brother's attacker. Coming from anyone else she would have been skeptical, but she trusted Lang and knew better than many the lengths he would go to, to solve a case.
"OF course you're right," she relented, reaching up to stroke his face. "I'm sure this will be for the better in the end."

[The Painted Lady]

Lang grinned, placing a kiss on Franziska's forehead, proving he could in fact be gentle with her.
"Nothing to worry about at all," he assured.

((Skip time?))

[Yuna Braska]

((OK))

Ema stood outside the Wright Anything Agency, peering through the window first to see if anyone was home. She could see Apollo at a desk reading a case file of some sorts. She knocked on the glass and waved to Apollo inside with a smile.

The attorney jumped at the sound of a tapping on the window, he almost lost the contents of the file he was reading. When he saw it was Ema he was a little relieved but also annoyed. He walked to the door and opened it for the investigator.
"You here to see Mr. Wright?" he asked with a yawn.
Ema walked into the office. "Why wouldn't I be here to see you?" she said
Apollo smiled at Ema. "Really! Do you have a case for me?" he asked, excited like a dog with a bone.
"No.. I am actually here to see Mr. Wright.. sorry Apollo." She folded her arms and went to go see her beanie wearing friend.
"Oh... I knew it" Apollo said, a little disappointed

[The Painted Lady]

"You're lucky," Maya spoke up from the couch, overhearing the conversation at the door.
She put down her book with a cheerful grin.
"I intercepted him as he tried to sneak out on us earlier today, so he's still here. I heard the shower turn off, so he's probably in his room if you knock. He might be in a cranky mood though..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

((You can skip me))

[Yuna Braska]

Ema groaned. " Guess i came at the wrong time... oh well, I'm sure he will just have to deal with it," she replied to Maya as she went to knock of Phoenix's door. " Mr. Wright? It's Ema ... are you decent?"

Apollo slumped on the couch next to Maya. "So ah... you're a Psychic?" he asked Maya, a little curious. He had heard a lot about Maya but the whole Medium thing made him a little confused and skeptic.