No, of course not. I've heard you've quite a reputation and that makes sense. Someone so thorough in your line of work is admirable -- so many would rather simply make their money and wash their hands of it.
[ She finds herself worried about what he thinks of her house, what he thinks of how her kitchen is arranged and if the color scheme suits him. More importantly, she put her hair up a little differently and changed the color of lipstick to something just a little more intense (still muted, never too bright). She keeps herself busy, feeling the need to have her hands doing something. It was so much easier when feelings were confirmed, wasn't it? Like this, she didn't know if she could let any of that out. ]
You're wearing a bow tie. [ She confirms, curious over the reasoning behind it. Could it have been those strange boxes the Landlord had been giving others? Or, was it him trying something new on? She reaches over to straighten the bow tie, fingers slipping from the middle to edges before giving it a little tug on each end. It had already been straight, but she wanted some sort of connection. With the way her hand is held, her wrist gently presses against his chest. Quistis allows her touch to linger and meets his eyes. ] It looks rather charming on you, Mister Edgeworth.
[ And as much as she likes this closeness (almost cloying, really), her manners win over. ] Would... you perhaps like to take a seat? [ She should probably remove her hands while she's at it. ]
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Date: 2013-12-20 09:30 pm (UTC)[ She finds herself worried about what he thinks of her house, what he thinks of how her kitchen is arranged and if the color scheme suits him. More importantly, she put her hair up a little differently and changed the color of lipstick to something just a little more intense (still muted, never too bright). She keeps herself busy, feeling the need to have her hands doing something. It was so much easier when feelings were confirmed, wasn't it? Like this, she didn't know if she could let any of that out. ]
You're wearing a bow tie. [ She confirms, curious over the reasoning behind it. Could it have been those strange boxes the Landlord had been giving others? Or, was it him trying something new on? She reaches over to straighten the bow tie, fingers slipping from the middle to edges before giving it a little tug on each end. It had already been straight, but she wanted some sort of connection. With the way her hand is held, her wrist gently presses against his chest. Quistis allows her touch to linger and meets his eyes. ] It looks rather charming on you, Mister Edgeworth.
[ And as much as she likes this closeness (almost cloying, really), her manners win over. ] Would... you perhaps like to take a seat? [ She should probably remove her hands while she's at it. ]