[ the brief salute he offers, index and middle fingers lifted to touch the band of his cap, is a routine he has learned so well that it is akin to breathing. ]
I am Ingo. [ yet something about this unfamiliar, salty ocean breeze throws him off enough that ingo forgoes including his title. he is at home underground, in his subway tunnels, not out at sea. ] Despite the peculiar circumstances, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Diluc.
[ and he means that, from the bottom of his heart. despite ingo's reputation as stone-faced at best and unsettling at worst, he truly enjoys meeting new people. even more so when he can be of service to them: dutifully, he flips the bottle's lid open and deposits the exact recommended amount on diluc's waiting palm.
what follows gives him pause, however.
for the first time since this conversation began, the shift in ingo's expression is not partiularly subtle, a genuine surprise plastered across his sharp features as the snap top closes underneath his thumb. ]
These types of plastic bottles are quite commonplace in my experience. [ enough so that he's been clearly taken aback by the revelation that diluc is unfamiliar with these things. while it is true that the fashion on display is not quite what he would've been likely to see back home in unova, at least not outside of certain hobbyist conventions, it... somehow hadn't quite dawned on him that they may not hail from the same time. or place.
perhaps because he simply didn't want to think about it, in the sense that doing so can cement the fact that his displacement is far more drastic than he had initially assumed upon awakening in that cabin. but the reality is here, staring him in the face, and it makes him feel a little light-headed all over again.
when he continues, hand still inside his pocket to fiddle with the bottle for want of a distraction to soothe his nerves, ingo's tone sounds more resigned than it did before. ] Si—Diluc, rather, forgive me for prying when we have only just met, but I must ask... if you would be willing to tell me the name of the place you came here from?
[ then, quickly on account of well-practiced propriety, he adds: ]
I will, of course, be glad to answer any questions of yours in turn, to the best of my ability.
SAME HAT... gets cute aggression over this thread!!
I am Ingo. [ yet something about this unfamiliar, salty ocean breeze throws him off enough that ingo forgoes including his title. he is at home underground, in his subway tunnels, not out at sea. ] Despite the peculiar circumstances, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Diluc.
[ and he means that, from the bottom of his heart. despite ingo's reputation as stone-faced at best and unsettling at worst, he truly enjoys meeting new people. even more so when he can be of service to them: dutifully, he flips the bottle's lid open and deposits the exact recommended amount on diluc's waiting palm.
what follows gives him pause, however.
for the first time since this conversation began, the shift in ingo's expression is not partiularly subtle, a genuine surprise plastered across his sharp features as the snap top closes underneath his thumb. ]
These types of plastic bottles are quite commonplace in my experience. [ enough so that he's been clearly taken aback by the revelation that diluc is unfamiliar with these things. while it is true that the fashion on display is not quite what he would've been likely to see back home in unova, at least not outside of certain hobbyist conventions, it... somehow hadn't quite dawned on him that they may not hail from the same time. or place.
perhaps because he simply didn't want to think about it, in the sense that doing so can cement the fact that his displacement is far more drastic than he had initially assumed upon awakening in that cabin. but the reality is here, staring him in the face, and it makes him feel a little light-headed all over again.
when he continues, hand still inside his pocket to fiddle with the bottle for want of a distraction to soothe his nerves, ingo's tone sounds more resigned than it did before. ] Si—Diluc, rather, forgive me for prying when we have only just met, but I must ask... if you would be willing to tell me the name of the place you came here from?
[ then, quickly on account of well-practiced propriety, he adds: ]
I will, of course, be glad to answer any questions of yours in turn, to the best of my ability.