If I was Miles Edgeworth, where would I be? It had been the question Franziska had been asking herself all morning. She wasn't usually in the position of putting herself in her foolish little brother's shoes, but it seemed that this line of investigation was finally about to pay off.
When she first spotted Miles in the library, she almost hadn't recognized him. He looked so American, almost like a local of this strange, fantastic place. However, it was the way he scrutinized the books around him, paying little attention to the world outside his bubble that convinced Franziska that it truly was Miles, and that tracking him down hadn't been a waste of time after all. She watches from a distance as Miles almost topples a stack of books on top of himself, and snickering quietly, she makes her approach from behind the now carefully-arranged pile. It's high enough that she can't be seen, at least, not until...
One well-placed shove is still enough to topple the stack over, and Franziska is more than happy to provide it.
"Miles Edgeworth!" she shouts, as way of announcing her arrival. Franziska has always liked her grand entrances.
11/17 - library
When she first spotted Miles in the library, she almost hadn't recognized him. He looked so American, almost like a local of this strange, fantastic place. However, it was the way he scrutinized the books around him, paying little attention to the world outside his bubble that convinced Franziska that it truly was Miles, and that tracking him down hadn't been a waste of time after all. She watches from a distance as Miles almost topples a stack of books on top of himself, and snickering quietly, she makes her approach from behind the now carefully-arranged pile. It's high enough that she can't be seen, at least, not until...
One well-placed shove is still enough to topple the stack over, and Franziska is more than happy to provide it.
"Miles Edgeworth!" she shouts, as way of announcing her arrival. Franziska has always liked her grand entrances.