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Angelcakes	By : alienchrist Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 1155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�The problem with you, Herr Feathers, is you take everything so seriously,� said Klavier Gavin between slurps of phở. He sat back, satisfied with his meal, and grinned at the waitress, who tittered. Klavier moved as if he sought to bring an element of glamour and class to the restaurant. Machi liked the place well enough on its own, even if it could be considered a hole in the wall. He liked the goldfish tank, and LCD screens that blared what appeared to a combination of karaoke, traditional Vietnamese dancing, and dadaist performance art. It was usually deserted in the hours after school before lunch time, which made it an ideal spot to meet a friend to chat. Plus, the food was cheap and delicious.

Klavier offered the shy waitress a smile. The girl reddened right down to her collar.

�There is parsley in your teeth,� Machi muttered.

He was still chatting up the waitress. �Why yes, of course I�d sign an autograph. To Hong Hanh��

��Or maybe could be cilantro. They are not using parsley so much��

�With love, Klavier Gavin.�

��Tell me why it is necessary to read what you�re writing out loud��

The girl was gone. Klavier turned his easy smile onto Machi. There was still something green in his teeth, but Machi gave up on telling him. Eventually, he�d check himself in some mirror or window or other shiny surface and figure it out. �Where were we, Herr Feathers?�

�You have to tell me. How do I lose my virginity?�

�How should I know the answer to that?� Klavier was mildly surprised.

�How are you losing yours?�

�I don�t really remember,� Klavier confessed. �I think it involved boxed wine, Prince records, and a really horrible experience with those sensation-numbing condoms��

Machi poked at the remains of his sticky rice. �Then tell me how to seduce Wocky.�

�You two haven�t done it yet? I�m surprised, how long have you been together?�

�One year, four months.�

�Hmm. He�s not secretly straight, is he?�

Machi considered this for a moment, squishing his rice with his fork. He thought of how Wocky liked to grab him by the chin and kiss him unexpectedly. He thought of the times he felt Wocky�s erection trapped against his thigh, trapped beneath fabric. �No way.�

�Are you?�

�Absolutely not.�

�So what�s the problem?�

�I don�t know!� Machi practically shouted. �I here, I hot for him, why he does he not want me?�

Everyone in the tiny restaurant seemed to pause and wait for Klavier�s response. Even the goldfish.

�Have you tried asking him?�

�No,� Machi admitted, voice lowering sheepishly. �That is too awkward. I know he love me, how could I introduce that sort of question?�

�I�m not here to tell you how to live your life. But, it�s usually better to know your partner before the ball gag comes out, ja?�

�What?�

Klavier laughed quietly, reaching across the table to pat Machi on the head. In thanks for the autograph, Hong Hanh brought them two iced teas with condensed milk. Klavier thanked her and took care of the bill before Machi had a chance to protest.

They were walking out o the elevator into the Prosecutor�s Office before Klavier actually got to the meat of the matter.

�Do you know what the sexiest thing is, Herr Feathers?�

�Whole wheat flour?�

�Confidence,� Klavier purred. �If you want to seduce your boy, you need confidence.�

�Confidence,� Machi echoed, taking out a small black notebook from his back pocket and jotting that down.

�If you want your man to want you, you need to show him you�re worth wanting,� said Klavier, swaying his hips and running a hand down his perfectly tanned chest. �Put on a show.�

Machi could do nothing but stare in shocked bewilderment. �Is this behaving like an adult?�

�You must be confident, ja, and think sexy thoughts. You must think you are the sexiest thing on the planet, and then, your partner will feel the same.�

Klavier was so entranced by his own sexy thoughts that he walked backward into Detective Ema Skye. As a consequence of this, he was mercilessly pelted with snackoos.

�You are not sexy, you glimmerous fop! If you came onto anyone normal in bed with that act, they�d be traumatized! In fact, I�m this close to suing your swinging butt for sexual harassment!�

Klavier looked aghast. �I know more about the art of loving than you, fr�ulein!� Apparently, he was far more concerned about the insult to his prowess than any impending lawsuits.

�Whatever. You haven�t gotten laid in years.�

�How did you��

�I performed a scientific investigation on the condom in your wallet. It�s ancient.� Ema grabbed Machi by the arm, leaving a sputtering Klavier behind as they ducked back into the elevator. �The only effective way to do anything,� Ema informed him, �is to do a scientific investigation and form a plan off your findings.�

�Are you suggesting doing experiment on my boyfriend?� Machi glowered.

�In this case, more general research might be best,� said Ema agreeably. �But my computer�s the most powerful in the entire police department! We�ll definitely get you something helpful.�

Nearly an hour later, Machi was seriously considering asking for the twentieth time how a perfectly ordered list of aphrodisiacs and flirting techniques, ordered in number of reported effectiveness and popularity of method, would really help him get Wocky into bed. Watching Ema was like watching a painter � one of those crazy ones that threw cans of paint at canvas and was proclaimed a genius. Machi was pretty sure it took a genius to type furiously while somehow still managing to shovel snackoos into her mouth at an alarming rate. It was fascinating to the point of being hypnotic.

Machi and Ema were startled from their reveries by someone loudly cracking a whip in the air.

�Detective Skye! What is this foolishness? You haven�t given me your report on the Bradley case!�

Ema stared at the portrait of a tiny woman enraged: Prosecutor von Karma stood with whip posed. A snackoo fell out of Ema�s mouth.

�It�s right here.� Ema grabbed a folder from a pile of a million ones completely identical to it, and handed it to Franziska. The blue-haired prosecutor looked over the folder and gave a curt, satisfied nod.

�What is he doing here? Does he have something to do with the case?�

�No, I had some free time so I was helping him with something.�

�Oh?� Her rage apparently quelled, Franziska peered at the contents of Ema�s screen. �What is this foolishly foolish business?�

�He needs help seducing his boyfriend, so I�m compiling this list��

Franziska gave Machi an appraising glance, then began to scroll through the list. �No, no, no. This is all wrong.�

Machi sighed to himself. �I am seeing some kind of bad dream��

�Sushi? Is this some kind of joke?�

��In which women examine my situation��

�What are your thoughts on snackoos as a sexual food?� Ema chirped to Franziska.

�Food is a foolish kink! It makes one�s breath smell.�

�Hey now, a girl can fantasize,� Ema huffed.

��And then come to completely ignore my wishes in favor of their perverse discussion and fantasies��

Franziska turned to Machi. She wasn�t much taller than the young Borginian man, but she had ten times the presence, and Machi found himself honestly a little intimidated. �Listen, this list is no good. When securing a partner, what you really need to do is dominate.�

She cracked her whip in the air for effect. Annoyed, Ema went to putter about with some files, munching the whole way.

�Dominate?�

�You let him know who�s in charge. Whip him a little, and he�s all yours. He�ll do whatever you want.�

�That sounds somewhat like threatening him.� Machi tried to imagine standing over Wocky with a whip. Maybe a nice little uniform could be involved, and he�d make Wocky call him �sir.� The reaction in his pants was a disturbing one, but before they could get to that point they�d have to have sex first, right?

Franziska raised a pale blue brow at daydreaming Machi. �Threatening someone is the clearest way to get your point across.�

Ema gave out a loud sigh, muttering, �He was my project!� She then went back to angrily munching.

Franziska snapped her wrist in a movement somewhere between ballet and executioner, and whipped the bag of snackoos right out of Ema�s hand. The detective stood aghast.

�That,� said Franziska, �Is punishment for not staying on-task.� She offered her gloved hand to Machi. Machi didn�t take it, as he was rather terrified.

�I know just the shop to get you started,� Franziska smiled. �You�ll have your man in no time.�

With the precision of a missile, Ema�s bag of snackoos was launched at Franziska�s head, open end first. As the prosecutor was showered with crunchy snacks, Machi made a hasty retreat. He was pretty sure the apocalypse was coming, and he didn�t want anything to do with it.

As Machi trotted down the street to catch a bus to the Wright Anything Agency, his phone chimed. He smiled at the text from his boyfriend:

Hey bb, thinking of u. What u want 4 dinnah 2nite? Momma sez okonomiyaki. U cool wit dat? ^.^

A spring in his step, Machi climbed onto the bus and slid into a seat. He texted Wocky back:

Okonomiyaki is very fine. I love you.

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