[ diluc might've heard the shrill, startled shriek coming from just behind him in the line, courtesy of a man who clearly wasn't paying enough attention to those in front of him... which would be ingo. who was dreadfully unprepared to dodge that dip and kiss treatment, leaving him to feel so mortified that he doesn't even have the mental room to spare for embarrassment.
that's why it takes ingo a moment to longer than usual process what's being offered, pre-occupied with wiping at his lips as he is. once he does, however, he gratefully takes the handkerchief, looking more than a little green around the gills, or so to speak.
but for some reason, despite his tone sounding nothing but thankful, there isn't even a hint of a smile on his face. ]
Thank you, kind sir. [ his hero... ] I shall have this returned to you, washed, posthaste.
eins.
that's why it takes ingo a moment to longer than usual process what's being offered, pre-occupied with wiping at his lips as he is. once he does, however, he gratefully takes the handkerchief, looking more than a little green around the gills, or so to speak.
but for some reason, despite his tone sounding nothing but thankful, there isn't even a hint of a smile on his face. ]
Thank you, kind sir. [ his hero... ] I shall have this returned to you, washed, posthaste.