[People are passing by too close for comfort, too many, and he skims faces and catalogues as was trained, fingers tapping against his leg in lieu of pipe. So Netherlands jumps and Russia takes an instinctive step backwards, eyes widening before his mouth flickers with a smile. The press of shoulder to shoulder is a comfort, a stable presence that draws him just a bit away from the steady building paranoia he lives with.]
Sorry to keep you waiting. [It's a dry tone, a joke, but still his smile is warm and his ears tinge pink to match the pleased look on his face at all that fondness. It nearly disguises that fact that he's speaking solid Russian, mired in his native tongue for an attempt at another comfort to keep him grounded.] Didn't want to get followed, wouldn't have been pretty.
they're not pokemanz, gosh X(
Sorry to keep you waiting. [It's a dry tone, a joke, but still his smile is warm and his ears tinge pink to match the pleased look on his face at all that fondness. It nearly disguises that fact that he's speaking solid Russian, mired in his native tongue for an attempt at another comfort to keep him grounded.] Didn't want to get followed, wouldn't have been pretty.