Franziska is a very very VERY picky woman when it comes to her choice in partner, she could look at someones really high salary, A-list actor looks and perfect social status, but if they had one minuscule flaw, if they were left handed over right handed, she'd shun the idea with a whip or two to boot, saying things like "this fool isn't worthy of the Von Karma name." so don't even ask me how she picked you of all people.

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Franziska came home after a long rage filled day at work, she had this steam all bundled up inside of her, that much was clear just by looking at her, she hid her rage as well as a pane of glass would a room. Her heels made soft little clacks as she approached the kitchen, where you resided, she turned and entered, moving right to the kettle to make herself some coffee, almost fully ignoring you. Not a word was shared, but you knew what had her ticked off... well, anybody who knew her more than a day would know what has her so ticked off.

"That Phoenix Wright is soiling my families legacy! The fool has defeated father in court and now he is running victory laps around me! The Von Karma family name is being dragged through the mud with every case he beats me in, I hate him!"

She'd roar out, her whip was being pulled on like a stress toy, you knew she wouldn't use it on you, because it has gone through enough milage for today, poor Phoenix. The kettle boiled slowly as she slammed her whip onto the kitchen counter. Many evenings were like this now, she just needs to beat Phoenix, she feels like it is her right to, she's squandering the family name if she doesn't ruin his perfect record. He didn't deserve it but who had the sheer and utter determination to tell her to calm down? Well, bar her father but he's not here right now.

Franziska pulled out two mugs... that was new, she normally did this for herself, but now she was thinking of you too... unless she was intending to down two mugs of pure caffeine at once, not out of her character really.