August 3rd, 2016
Apartment 207
8:30 PM
Entering his apartment, Phoenix Wright folded up his suit jacket as neatly as he cared - which is to say, not really - and threw his body onto the couch, ready to watch whatever was on late-night TV. His first trial had been an absolute success. Not only did he get his friend acquitted, but he also set himself up as an attorney to be feared, given that he had taken down the fabled "Rookie Destroyer" Winston Payne. He grabbed the clicker and pressed the power button. The TV slowly revealed its display of the 8:30 news, which was actually showing the trial that Phoenix had defended in.
Jeez, are they willing to broadcast anything for some views? Phoenix laughed at himself. He looked around for a bit, attempting to find something else to do. Eventually, his eyes laid on the mini-fridge. He grabbed the handle and pulled the fridge open, pulling out a nice, cold can of grape soda. He stuck his finger under the tap and opened it with a nice, euphoric, slow, fizzing noise.
Inexplicably, once the noise started, an incredibly loud wail was heard from Phoenix's bedroom. Hands shrouding both ears, Phoenix made his way into his bedroom while hoping his neighbors wouldn't file complaints. What he was greeted with upon entering the room was too much to take seriously. He likely would have laughed if the noise being made wasn't forcing him to grit his teeth. There was a light blue foal on his bed, except she was a pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail.
Norse mythology may not be total bologna... He though before deciding to approach the situation. He approached the filly and tried to calm her down, trying what he would do with a crying infant. "Shhhhhh..." He picked up the filly and tried rocking her to comfort. Unfortunately, he seemed to be rocking her too fast, as she seemed to be bawling even louder. Giving up on such a thing, he waterfalled a splash of grape soda into the filly's mouth.
It seemed to get the job done. The filly calmed down and smacked her lips. "Purple!" She shouted, likely excited for more. Relenting, he left the filly with his can, warning her not to spill it, and got another. After he returned, he found the filly was flying around the bed, wings buzzing a mile a minute.
30 grams of sugar. Why am I surprised. He would have to remind himself to get grape juice instead of grape soda. He left the filly to her devices and went back to the TV.
Phoenix didn't know what time he passed out, but he knew he passed out with the TV on. Some time later, the filly entered the room on a heavy sugar crash. She saw the TV was on, and found the news boring. Slightly exhausted, she needed to find a way to turn off the TV so she could sleep easily. She pressed the big red button that caught her attention first. It seemed to do the trick. The filly saw the guy in blue exhausted, and thought his chest looked comfortable. She hovered up to the guy's chest and laid down on it, falling asleep just about instantly.
Phoenix awoke from his sleep just long enough to see the filly resting on his stomach. I could get used to this...
August 4th, 2016
Apartment 207
7:30 AM
The filly was awoken by Phoenix waking up and picking her up off his chest. She was kind of annoyed by that, but she understood. She saw Phoenix walk to the pantry and stick a couple of frozen waffles in the toaster. "Daddy?" She said. Phoenix dropped the bag of frozen waffles onto the counter.
"Did you just call me... your dad?" Phoenix stammered.
"Daddy!" The filly rocketed towards him and embraced his midsection. It almost knocked Phoenix off of his feet. Maybe it wasn't the soda's complete fault. Phoenix mused.
"Well, uh... If I'm gonna be your dad, can I at least get your name for future reference?" Phoenix mentally chided himself for using big words in front of someone who likely couldn't even pronounce her own name properly. Sure enough, she couldn't.
"Raybo Dah!" She said, likely preparing for a guessing game with Phoenix.
"'Rainbow Dash'?" Phoenix confirmed.
"Dah!" She nodded. She then pulled out of Phoenix's grip and examined the attorney. She didn't find anything standout about him, but that spiky hair caught her interest. Rainbow approached it and pressed into it with her hoof. "Ow!" She whined. "Hair hurts!"
Phoenix let his posture drop, knowing he had inadvertently let history repeat itself. ANOTHER one making fun of my hair? That does it, I'm going down to the office, gonna get some coffee. Around that time, he grabbed both waffles, tearing one in half and throwing it to the filly. He grabbed his blue suit jacket, still bunched up from being thrown on the counter last night, donned it, and started to walk out the door. He didn't notice the filly trailing behind him, the waffle in her mouth.
Phoenix walked out to his 10-speed bike, and steeled himself for the 20-minute ride to the office he shared with Mia Fey. As he was setting himself on the bike, he heard the filly's voice coming from his left. He looked down and saw the filly making puppy-dog eyes at him, almost like she wanted to go with him, wherever it would have been.
Man, she could weaponize that look, Phoenix mused. "Alright, get on my back." Phoenix relented, loosening his shoulders to make rudimentary grips for Rainbow, only to find that she was hovering beside him.
"Y'know, you don't need permission to do that." He snickered while starting the ride, the steady buzzing of Rainbow's wings beside him.