Date: 2013-12-19 11:30 am (UTC)
prosecutory: (♘ long live the king)
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[Edgeworth, on the other hand, had only put on typical cold weather wear, including a thick jacket instead of his usual suit jacket, a scarf and a coat. He did pause in front of a mirror to check his hair on the way out...that cowlick at the back of his head just wouldn't stay down.

When he gets there, and Quistis touches his arm, a thrilling frisson courses through that arm and into the rest of him, as if someone had poured hot syrup inside him. For a while he ends up rooted to the spot, but quickly lets her lead him inside before she is one too many paces ahead.]


It - [His voice catches. He clears his throat politely, and bows slightly.] - is a pleasure.

[Edgeworth hangs his coat and scarf up...and the first things that catch his eye (apart from Quistis herself) are the books. They ARE rather helter-skelter, but he decides not to say anything. Notably he does not say anything about her touching his arm when normally, he would have tried to gently shake her off. His mind is screaming at his heart, she is in our personal space, Miles! He decides that conflict by picking up one of the books from the pile and reading the title.]
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