[it isn't wholly surprising that sylvain is late. not because that's what sizhui expects, but because he can imagine how one might get swept up in the crowd— or groped by the elevator and its inhabitants at the time, apparently.
sizhui would've ordinarily waved back if his hands weren't full, but for what it's worth, he does brighten and politely incline his head in greeting.] Hello! [when sylvain stops, his head tips sideways, considering his ruffled state, his eyebrows lifting in surprise at the remark.] It's okay, you needn't worry about that. The... elevator, you said? [and its passengers, of course, that's not nearly as shocking; people will take whatever they can get, it seems.
oh-so-carefully, he tucks the cups into the crook of one arm and steps closer, outstretching the freed hand to help sylvain straighten his shirt.] You weren't injured or anything, were you?
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sizhui would've ordinarily waved back if his hands weren't full, but for what it's worth, he does brighten and politely incline his head in greeting.] Hello! [when sylvain stops, his head tips sideways, considering his ruffled state, his eyebrows lifting in surprise at the remark.] It's okay, you needn't worry about that. The... elevator, you said? [and its passengers, of course, that's not nearly as shocking; people will take whatever they can get, it seems.
oh-so-carefully, he tucks the cups into the crook of one arm and steps closer, outstretching the freed hand to help sylvain straighten his shirt.] You weren't injured or anything, were you?