Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright

Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright. It is the property of Capcom; I merely borrow the characters for my own amusement.

Perfectly Foolish

Franziska von Karma is perfect. Rather, she must be perfect. Her occupation, her ancestry demands it. The many and multiple books on her shelf are all arranged alphabetically with spines perfectly aligned. The papers on her desk are filed perfectly, with her most recent cases at the top (all perfect victories)—her office has not a piece of furniture out of place (perfectly arranged).

Everything is perfectly perfect.

At least, everything was until this fool wanders into her office – again – upending papers, toppling books, plants, and generally leaving a trail of mess and chaos behind him for someone who loves her perfect order, this is simply unacceptable.

(She can nearly open a store with the multitude of pink ties left strewn and forgotten on her not-so-clean-anymore floors over the last few years.)

“Mr. Phoenix Wright! Where do you think we are??”

“Uh… Heheh… I love you…?”

He might be a fool, but he is her very own foolishly foolish fool.