Writing the fic I want to see in the world… a bit of Eurovision with the Von Karma siblings.
The Polish song is okay. It’s pretty catchy. Phoenix bops in his chair until Franziska points angrily at him, her fingertip an inch from his nose. “You will not dance to this.”
“What - why?” He looks at Edgeworth and gets the same angry frown.
“This is not a song. This is robbery.”




