For something that was more, for lack of a better word, metay, with little action, just something that dug into Miroku's head, this was oddly engaging.
But still, he can't help but replay those moments in his memory, and imagine how different things might have been if he hadn't flubbed them. A touch to her shoulder, or her hair, instead of her (admittedly very fine) bottom. The right words, instead of the wrong ones. The truth instead of a casual quip. I think I liked this line best. It fit within the style of the piece of writing with an undeniable edge of Miroku.
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Date: 2007-11-06 11:10 pm (UTC)But still, he can't help but replay those moments in his memory, and imagine how different things might have been if he hadn't flubbed them. A touch to her shoulder, or her hair, instead of her (admittedly very fine) bottom. The right words, instead of the wrong ones. The truth instead of a casual quip.
I think I liked this line best. It fit within the style of the piece of writing with an undeniable edge of Miroku.