He isn't sure how old Ingirun is actually, but everyone is sir and ma'am to him unless told otherwise. And then even after that for a little bit until he breaks the habit of doing so with that person. He's giving Viatorus a supportive smile that turns grateful when he looks back at his fiancee again. "Black is fine please."
But he will let it sit a moment before taking a sip.
"Oh. I'm from Brooklyn, New York. December, 1941." He's grateful that Ingirun is from an alternate version of Earth, as it makes the explanation a lot simpler. "Took a long while to get used to this place."
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He isn't sure how old Ingirun is actually, but everyone is sir and ma'am to him unless told otherwise. And then even after that for a little bit until he breaks the habit of doing so with that person. He's giving Viatorus a supportive smile that turns grateful when he looks back at his fiancee again. "Black is fine please."
But he will let it sit a moment before taking a sip.
"Oh. I'm from Brooklyn, New York. December, 1941." He's grateful that Ingirun is from an alternate version of Earth, as it makes the explanation a lot simpler. "Took a long while to get used to this place."