#theyre siblings your honor
“All your coworkers are fools…”
“-my colleagues are the most foolish of fools-!”
“…can’t even follow basic procedure…”
“-they cannot even follow the most basic of procedures-!”
“…in spite of their years of seniority…”
“-when they have been doing this job far longer than I myself have-!”
“…how they survived without you, you don’t know…”
“-how they managed without me this long I shall never understand-!”
“…Miss Andrews would do a better job and this isn’t even her field…”
“-Adrian Andrews would do a far superior job and she is a business manager, not an Interpol agent-!”
“…and also perfect in all ways and you wish you could see her in person more often…”
“-yes, and she is perfect in all ways and I do- wait a moment… MILES EDGEWORTH!!!”
“Hm?” Miles looks up from his paperwork to where Franziska is now seething down at him, “I apologize, but I am rather busy today, so I thought I would summarize your exultations over Miss Andrews’s virtues a tad – it is one of the longest parts of this script.”
His sister boils down at him, her face clashing with her hair rather terribly. “You-! You-!”
Miles gets through several more pages of text while Franziska abandons English to yell at him in her far wider and more colourful German vocabulary while cracking her whip furiously against the floor. When she finally runs out of steam, he stands slightly and looks over his desk to examine the results before returning his gaze to her. “I’m going to bill you to get those marks scuffed out, meine Schwester.”
“I will not pay,” she snaps back, arms folded, “Younger brothers should show proper respect for their elder sisters, you have brought this upon yourself!”
“Ah, but is it not the job of the elder to set a good example for the younger?” Miles sits back in his chair with a smirk, “Is your behaviour just now truly that which you wish me to emulate? And does not a responsible elder sister admit to her own wrongdoings and correct them herself, rather than forcing the responsibility upon another?”
Franziska seethes, but he can tell his arguments are having at least some effect. The vaunted position of ‘elder sister’ is one she’s clung to for sixteen years now, and she finds it highly gratifying that he goes along with this, acknowledges her as the elder, but at the same time it drives her wild when he uses it against her. Still, she has her own sense of honour, and a few more careful nudges will have her accepting responsibility and paying for the damages.
Unfortunately for both his floor and his wallet, Miles decided years ago that if he’s going to be a younger sibling, he’s absolutely going to be a brat about it. So, “Besides, is it not also the prerogative of a younger brother to mock his elder sister in regards to those she fancies?”
She goes pale and red with rage both at once and, oh yes, he’s definitely going to need to hire a professional to fix his floor- [“MILES EDGEWORTH, YOU ILL-MANNERED, UNGRATEFUL, POORLY-THOUGHT-OUT EXCUSE FOR A RECALCIENT MONKEY-BRAINED PARODY OF A HUMAN BEING-!!!”]
With the ease of long practice he tunes her out and gets back to his papers, doing his best not to smile. He should probably be more sympathetic, considering his own romantic predicaments, but, really, she makes it too easy sometimes…
(A scene from my fic Saturation that I’m still quite fond of, but which can get a little overshadowed by the rest of the chapter it’s in!)
