I agree. There are aspects of my job I find tedious at times, but I cannot gloss over them.
[Edgeworth peers at the titles of the books stacked on the table, but finds his gaze instantly drawn to Quistis' back. A warm sensation bubbles inside of him, the hot syrup poured into him by her touch being heated further, drawing ever closer to boiling point. He finds himself thinking of their conversations, especially the time when he was a little boy and she thought he was cute -
Edgeworth hurriedly stuffs that thought away even though Quistis would have no way of knowing what he was thinking about. Before he can notice the sweets being placed on the table, she is suddenly in her personal space, smiling at him...and the syrup in his being begins forming little butterflies flitting around in his gut the way his heart was fluttering around his ribcage earlier...]
Ah -
[He finds himself smiling back a little, his cheeks feeling as if they had been blasted by twin flame throwers. Soon his entire face was on fire. His hand moves up, ever so slightly, as if wanting to hold hers, but he stuffs that same hand into his pocket.]
It's no trouble at all. [Edgeworth's voice is smooth and sincere. The part of him still capable of complete logical thought immediately thinks of his cravat, the cravat he somehow could no longer put on himself.] And...er, y-yes, I'm afraid there is...
[He had spent a few days without it. There was no use constantly whining and obsessing over that predicament now, especially since several people had already seen him without a cravat. In a moment of self-consciousness, he wonders what Quistis would think about that.]
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[Edgeworth peers at the titles of the books stacked on the table, but finds his gaze instantly drawn to Quistis' back. A warm sensation bubbles inside of him, the hot syrup poured into him by her touch being heated further, drawing ever closer to boiling point. He finds himself thinking of their conversations, especially the time when he was a little boy and she thought he was cute -
Edgeworth hurriedly stuffs that thought away even though Quistis would have no way of knowing what he was thinking about. Before he can notice the sweets being placed on the table, she is suddenly in her personal space, smiling at him...and the syrup in his being begins forming little butterflies flitting around in his gut the way his heart was fluttering around his ribcage earlier...]
Ah -
[He finds himself smiling back a little, his cheeks feeling as if they had been blasted by twin flame throwers. Soon his entire face was on fire. His hand moves up, ever so slightly, as if wanting to hold hers, but he stuffs that same hand into his pocket.]
It's no trouble at all. [Edgeworth's voice is smooth and sincere. The part of him still capable of complete logical thought immediately thinks of his cravat, the cravat he somehow could no longer put on himself.] And...er, y-yes, I'm afraid there is...
[He had spent a few days without it. There was no use constantly whining and obsessing over that predicament now, especially since several people had already seen him without a cravat. In a moment of self-consciousness, he wonders what Quistis would think about that.]