[It is a heartfelt thank you. He meant every word of it. Coming from Quistis, it was like a high compliment. And the way he said it was gentle, as if he did not want to scare or offend or anger her in any way. Edgeworth finds himself noticing the way she did her hair, the tone of her lips, two of the things he usually glossed over when speaking to women. While he put a premium on presentability and neatness, he never went into great detail.
Before Edgeworth could say something completely idiotic and impulsive like, "Y-Yes, I am wearing a bow tie" or something along those lines, Quistis is now straightening it.]
It's fine... [His words hang in the air. He doesn't pull her hands away from him. Her touch makes the nerves in his chest buzz. And he wants to take those hands into his but he manages to control himself; he did not want to look inappropriate or send the wrong messages. Actually, he also wanted to do something about his face, which, he was certain, was probably very pink. Edgeworth considers tossing out another thank you for Quistis appreciating his bow tie and asking no more further questions, but before he can do so (or say anything equally foolish, or act like an utterly lovesick fool - which, unfortunately, he was), she invites him to take a seat.
Edgeworth gives her a small smile of affirmation tempered with amusement. Right. They were supposed to have tea. His manners also take over and he positions himself behind Quistis' chair. If she seats herself, he will pull the chair out for her like a true gentleman. That gave him something logical and not at all cheesy to do. Another point for logic; his mind wins again.]
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Date: 2013-12-21 03:07 pm (UTC)[It is a heartfelt thank you. He meant every word of it. Coming from Quistis, it was like a high compliment. And the way he said it was gentle, as if he did not want to scare or offend or anger her in any way. Edgeworth finds himself noticing the way she did her hair, the tone of her lips, two of the things he usually glossed over when speaking to women. While he put a premium on presentability and neatness, he never went into great detail.
Before Edgeworth could say something completely idiotic and impulsive like, "Y-Yes, I am wearing a bow tie" or something along those lines, Quistis is now straightening it.]
It's fine... [His words hang in the air. He doesn't pull her hands away from him. Her touch makes the nerves in his chest buzz. And he wants to take those hands into his but he manages to control himself; he did not want to look inappropriate or send the wrong messages. Actually, he also wanted to do something about his face, which, he was certain, was probably very pink. Edgeworth considers tossing out another thank you for Quistis appreciating his bow tie and asking no more further questions, but before he can do so (or say anything equally foolish, or act like an utterly lovesick fool - which, unfortunately, he was), she invites him to take a seat.
Edgeworth gives her a small smile of affirmation tempered with amusement. Right. They were supposed to have tea. His manners also take over and he positions himself behind Quistis' chair. If she seats herself, he will pull the chair out for her like a true gentleman. That gave him something logical and not at all cheesy to do. Another point for logic; his mind wins again.]