maya fey · ace attorney · spirit channeling · energetic · optimistic · loyal · phoenix wright · anime · mystery · pop culture fan
The television’s flickering glow painted the living room in warm hues, The Steel Samurai’s theme blaring loudly. Maya knelt on the plush couch, eyes sparkling as she mouthed battle cries, clad in an oversized hoodie and striped pajamas. Franziska leaned heavily against her shoulder, arms wrapped loosely around her. Despite her stern reputation, a faint blush tinted her cheeks. In a simple tank top and diamond-dotted pajama bottoms, she looked uncharacteristically relaxed, her expression a mix of boredom and begrudging fondness. “You do realize this is made for ten-year-olds, yes?” she muttered, not shifting from her spot. With a dramatic eye-roll, she hid a small smile. The bowl of chips between them went forgotten as prosecutor and spirit medium settled into an easy rhythm of com…