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1438, Holly Heights
spouse | son | child
current regain inventory: prosecutor's badge, Pess the dog, King of Prosecutors trophy, framed lucky trial jacket]
Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth; I cannot take your call at the moment but please leave your message and I will respond as soon as possible. Thank you.
1438, Holly Heights
spouse | son | child
current regain inventory: prosecutor's badge, Pess the dog, King of Prosecutors trophy, framed lucky trial jacket]
Good day. This is Miles Edgeworth; I cannot take your call at the moment but please leave your message and I will respond as soon as possible. Thank you.
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Date: 2013-12-21 05:37 pm (UTC)[ The way he responds makes her heart go aflutter. It's like her words mean something to him. She was used to being shrugged off (except by Malik, Malik who she had... pined over? Somehow that memory seems far-off, those feelings impossible...). His response leaves little to be desired from him, even makes her feel comfortable in his presence. Would it be so far-off to think that he might feel the same as she did? ]
You're... right, it is. [ Her eyes dart from his neck to mouth to eyes, lingering on his lips for a moment. ] I suppose I was looking for a reason to touch you. [ She confesses with her own embarrassment finally making itself known, cheeks becoming rosy -- all the way down to her neck. She's flushed to an extent that it might be a little clear that this sort of behavior from her is uncommon, that he alone is special.
She retracts herself reluctantly to fumble with the teapot and bring it to the table, placing it in the middle between the tea cups that she'd placed there before he'd come in.
If anyone could sit down nervously, Quistis somehow managed it. Her head ducks more out of demureness than thanks. Now, what to talk about...? ]
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Date: 2013-12-23 02:29 pm (UTC)[He becomes redder if that is possible, running a hand consciously through his hair. While he had nothing against her continuing to straighten his bow tie for no good reason other than to be close to him, he...decides to let her go. They had tea ready, and he did not want to end up doing or saying anything foolish or ungentlemanly with Quistis in his personal space.
But now he regrets not taking her hand when the opportunity presented itself, not taking her hand and reassuring her that she was doing nothing wrong. He glances away for a moment as if searching for something else to focus on, but finds himself constantly drawn back to Quistis.
He patiently waits for her to bring the teapot, only pulling her chair out for her when she decides to sit, paying no heed to her nervousness (he probably didn't notice anyway and was probably more concerned with how he carried himself right now; hopefully not with the air of a lovesick teenager).
Edgeworth, on the other hand, seats himself rather abruptly, too eager to begin tea, which should present less opportunities for him to mess things up.]
Did you make these yourself? [He gestures to the lemon sablés and macarons curiously.]
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Date: 2013-12-28 04:23 am (UTC)Quistis just needed to pull herself together. Blushing school girl had never been like her, but the teasing hadn't quite been her, either. It was just foreign to like someone and have them maybe possibly like her in return -- at least anyone she genuinely felt something for, anyway. (Except for Malik. Whatever happened to him? She felt so at ease with him... they must have broken up, right? Somehow it seems to slip her mind where and when that happened. Then that thought slips her mind, like it was never there. Strange.)
She finds herself pouring the tea now, allowing the warmth of the pot to soothe her nerves. ]
Hm? Oh, no. [ A beat. ] Not that I cannot, just that I don't often find the time with two full-time jobs. If I had known I'd have company, I likely would have tried. It's not too difficult, just time consuming. [ Mostly in the clean-up and preparation, not so much actually the putting together and baking. ] I'm not much of a homemaker. I'm not very... maternal or affectionate or any of those sorts of things. Being analytical and logical earns me labels like "Ice Queen" -- though I'm not really that cold. I don't think, anyway.
[ She gently pushes the teacup and saucer toward him, in addition to a small plate with which he may dish out any snacks for himself. There three containers in the middle of the table: a plain white container of cream, one of sugar cubes, and another of honey. She assumes he'll also help himself to those, if he so chooses. ]
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Date: 2013-12-28 03:06 pm (UTC)[Edgeworth accepts the cup gratefully, with a short nod and a smile, and proceeds to add a lump of sugar into his cup, and a touch of honey. Sitting at the table, with her face at eye level, did not help his situation at all. He could see her flush but thought nothing of it and found it...er, well, endearing was one way to put it. Heck, it didn't detract from her beauty at all. Sometimes he blinks, or focuses on sipping his tea, just to make sure he didn't end up spending the majority of his time here staring at her intently.]
Hmm, yes, that is understandable. But labels should mean nothing as long as you believe in what you are doing.
[Then he takes a couple of the macarons and two lemon sablés, and places them on his plate. He starts on the sablés first, taking a bite out of one delicately.]
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Date: 2013-12-29 01:13 am (UTC)[ She uses the tea as an excuse to busy herself and calm her nerves further. The more time she spent with him, the easier it was to simply be near him. He, himself, was soothing in some ways. His demeanor was comforting and familiar, lacking in the same demands that others silently made either for discussion or entertainment. Quistis thinks she could probably enjoy comfortable silence with him, though their friendship (and whatever else may come along side it) was rather new. She would like to learn more about him, if she can.
Quistis takes two cookies, the first which she breaks in half and chews on carefully, not even making a crumb fall to the plate. Her mouth is empty when she takes a sip of tea (honey, no sugar, a drizzle of cream). ]
I don't disagree in the slightest, I just find it can be... hard to form connections with people when they have some preconceived notion about you. I could argue that people like that aren't worth knowing, but when it all comes down to it... we only have one chance at a first impression. [ She takes another sip of tea as she mulls it over, peering over at him. Briefly, she considers straightening out that perfectly straight bow tie of his again. Thankfully, she tosses that notion aside. ] Sometimes you have to care even when you don't.
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Date: 2013-12-30 07:33 am (UTC)A nervous thought crosses his mind; what if Quistis found out about his Demon Prosecutor past? What if she knew what he was like before? Would she still hold him in this regard, or...no, no, it did not help to dwell on that.]
I was never one to care. Instead, I continued to walk my path and to present evidence to debunk everyone's notions about me. [That's one way of putting it.]
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Date: 2013-12-30 08:30 am (UTC)I understand that, but in some situations you are not afforded that chance, either. [ But she laughs a little, covering her mouth with a hand. ] Your phrasing...
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Date: 2013-12-31 03:41 pm (UTC)My...phrasing?
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Date: 2014-01-01 09:06 am (UTC)Oh, no! It's... it's not a bad thing. It's very charming I very much like how passionate you are about your work. [ It was so cute that he used that sort of phrasing about something so... unrelated to his occupation. ]
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Date: 2014-01-02 08:50 am (UTC)I...I see...t-thank you...
[Was that...supposed to be a complement? It probably was. Excuse him while he reaches for his teacup instead before starting on the macaroon.]
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Date: 2014-01-02 09:00 am (UTC)I am sorry. I did not mean to put you on the spot like that. I have an unfortunate habit of teasing the people I like. [ Because she doesn't know how to talk like a normal person, whoops? ]
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Date: 2014-01-05 08:27 am (UTC)You...do? Why?
[He's not horrified or offended, just...surprised.]
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Date: 2014-01-11 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-18 02:59 pm (UTC)[He honestly can't see her with an odd sense of humor. Even in his lovesick state.]
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Date: 2014-01-18 08:46 pm (UTC)[ She knows she's something of a pain as it is, so anyone worse than her? That must be painful. ]
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Date: 2014-01-20 12:31 pm (UTC)[He sounds so very serious when he says it before continuing to eat. And yes, he eats like a very refined gentleman.]
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Date: 2014-01-21 03:15 am (UTC)[ She has to wonder, though... He looks awfully cute when he grumps. She keeps that to herself, of course. ]
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Date: 2014-02-17 01:42 pm (UTC)And I'm sure you know how infuriating they can be. You certainly deserve better company.
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Date: 2014-02-17 01:45 pm (UTC)And you, as well. I suppose we can settle for one another, for now?
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Date: 2014-03-01 11:50 am (UTC)[He nods, calming down and smiling again.]