INTERNAL DEATH GURGLE. There's a girl touching his hand. Alert! I repeat, there's a girl touching his hand!
The odd curve to her smile seems to go over Inigo's head entirely just because of that one fact - there's a girl touching his hand. His brain is just going completely blank at that.
"I- I, I, I.. Inigo!"
Somehow he forced that out. It's a small miracle. How did his attempt at making things get less awkward only fluster him more in the end?
"It is.. n.. n-nice to meet you, milady! The pleasure is all m-mine! If I can do anything to make up what I did to you, please j.. just let me know whenever, alright!"
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The odd curve to her smile seems to go over Inigo's head entirely just because of that one fact - there's a girl touching his hand. His brain is just going completely blank at that.
"I- I, I, I.. Inigo!"
Somehow he forced that out. It's a small miracle. How did his attempt at making things get less awkward only fluster him more in the end?
"It is.. n.. n-nice to meet you, milady! The pleasure is all m-mine! If I can do anything to make up what I did to you, please j.. just let me know whenever, alright!"