[ while this gentleman is, understandably, lost in thought... well, ingo is also a bit lost in thought from trying to: 1) make even the slightest bit of sense out of a swirl of eye-searing colors, 2) stave off the sensory overload headache he can feel is on the verge of blooming behind his eyes, and 3) not stare quite so much at the wings.
all this translates into a mild collision during which he walks right into the back of his would-be savior, and lets out a startled (and embarrassed) yelp as a result. ]
M-my apologies, sir!
[ he fumbles with the button-downs on their hangers, very awkwardly. try as he might, trying to turn his embarrassment-related aversion to eye contact into something akin to productivity isn't helping him spot anywhere to put them back. ]
Erm— well. At any rate, I think it would be difficult for anyone to navigate in here... perhaps I should simply take these.
[ so they can ride the next express line out of here. it's a nightmare. ]
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all this translates into a mild collision during which he walks right into the back of his would-be savior, and lets out a startled (and embarrassed) yelp as a result. ]
M-my apologies, sir!
[ he fumbles with the button-downs on their hangers, very awkwardly. try as he might, trying to turn his embarrassment-related aversion to eye contact into something akin to productivity isn't helping him spot anywhere to put them back. ]
Erm— well. At any rate, I think it would be difficult for anyone to navigate in here... perhaps I should simply take these.
[ so they can ride the next express line out of here. it's a nightmare. ]