Aerith, Tifa & Yuna

[Tifa Lockhart]

Now Franziska caught on.
"Stop trying to butter me up Phoenix Wright," she snapped, though there was an indication of amusement in her tone. His tactic had gone off without a hitch.
"I'll see what I can do Phoenix Wright... but I can't guarantee what I'll find," she paused a moment and then exhaled heavily.
"I still don't know why you want to find that foolish fool anyway... he ran away right when--" she stopped abruptly. "You know what, never mind. I'll call you."
She hung up then, without so much as a goodbye.

She then turned to her lunch companion.
"Sorry Lang... that was... an old aquaintance of mine. He seems... rather keen on digging up certain.... things."

[The Painted Lady]

The man across the table flashed a wolfish grin.
"And you... aren't?" he prompted.
"You're being too vague for me, girly."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I would be lying to say I don't have a... personal interest in the matter," she tried to smooth the smirk from her lips with a quick brush of her hand.
"What would you say if I said you might be of some assistance to me at this particular juncture?"

[The Painted Lady]

Lang quirked an eyebrow then.
"That depends..." he said.
"On what you require of me..." he started to grin again. "And more importantly, how you plan to repay me."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"How deep can you dig into those under the Police Protection program?" she asked, lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on top of them, making a point of an exaggerated folding of one of her legs over another. She let a smirk creep across her lips as she tilted her head.
"I would... very much like to see my little brother again Lang, and you're the only one who can help me."

[The Painted Lady]

"What you're suggesting is highly illegal..." Lang started, but he leaned forward regardless.
"I could get in a lot of trouble..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"Do you forget who I am, Lang?" Franziska asked, leaning even further forward to the wolfish man across the table from her. "With my brains and your under-cover experience, no one will ever know."

[The Painted Lady]

The Agent paused, before barking a laugh.
"You're quite manipulator, aren't you my wild mare?"
He reached forward to take hold of her wrist to tug her closer.
"Nothing short of perfect for you..."

[Tifa Lockhart]

"I am a Von Karma," she murmured as she let him pull her closer, her face hovering closer to his, "perfection is everything, I find it wherever I go, because I guess perfect things just gravitate to me." She smirked deeply and dragged Lang in for a rough kiss. "Can i rely on you, to find me that perfect little piece of information?"

[The Painted Lady]

"I suppose it would be difficult to refuse you..." Lang smirked back, responding quickly to her attentions, pushing the table between them clear out of the way and onto it's side. One arm wrapped around her waist to pull her in tightly, the other hand seizing hold of the bottom of her short skirt.

[Tifa Lockhart]

Franziska didn't resist, finding she rather enjoyed it when he got forceful. The crashing of breaking cutlery and falling table just excited her all the more, and her hand slipped up under his shirt instantly as she raised one leg to wrap it around him, long and tempting from beneath her short pencil-skirt.
"Just don't forget my information, Agent Lang. I wont settle for anything less than a perfect bargain," that said, she then buried herself in a vicious kiss, making sure her end of their deal was kept to the best of her abilities.

[The Painted Lady]

...

Phoenix stirred to Iris moving beside him, groaning quietly.

"Time to get up Phoenix..."

The semi-coherent man just tightened his arm around her waist as she tried to sit up, grinning into her hair.
"You really want to rob a man of his sleep?"

"I'm pretty sure you're the only one still sleeping in this house," Iris replied, amusement in her quiet voice.

[Tifa Lockhart]

There were a number of kitchen related noises coming from out in the main office area of the building, making it obvious that everyone else was awake like Iris suggested. There were then the sounds of pattering feet as someone came up the hallway towards their bedroom.
"Daddy!" Trucy called after rapping on the door softly. "There's a lady on the phone for you."

Klavier woke slowly, he felt positively abysmal. His eyes burned, his head ached and his tongue felt furry.
"Ack, you're an Irre, Klavier." He moaned, swinging out of bed and gripping his aching head. "Making a fool of yourself in front of the Wright's like that... and Ema.."
With a exhale of exhaustion he flopped back down onto the bed, not inclined to doing anything but hide in a dark room.
"Scheibe..."

[Yuna Braska]

Ema walked into the detective center early that morning, she had nothing better to do. She made her way to her office but stopped in the hallway.
"Detective Gumshoe?"she asked as she spied a man in a dark coat. " Has something happened?" she was hoping for a new mystery.

Apollo was on the couch again.. but this time writing in his diary... he still hadn't finished writing about the last case he had defended. He wanted to make sure he gets every moment and emotion captured.

[The Painted Lady]

Phoenix groaned, before forcing himself upright. He muttered something under his breath before sighing.
"Come in Truce..."