Marius yelps as the hot coffee splashes on his feet, and staggers a few steps back, only to realize with horror that his wine has also spilled on the man's pants. His eyes widen and he feels his cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
"I am sorry!" He reaches into his breast pocket for his handkerchief—except he no longer has it, having had given it to the young lady he had gotten soaked in wine earlier.
So he does what he does best, aside from hiding himself from the rest of the human population when his shame is too much to bear, which is to apologize even more. "A thousand apologies, monsieur, I will..." He pauses for a moment as he takes in the man's appearance. Is he truly eating... Is that a stick of lard? but that thought disappears quickly when he becomes aware that he has not yet finished his sentence.
Well, will what, Marius? He hastily scrambles for a proper response. "Allow me to pay for a new set of clothing for you."
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"I am sorry!" He reaches into his breast pocket for his handkerchief—except he no longer has it, having had given it to the young lady he had gotten soaked in wine earlier.
So he does what he does best, aside from hiding himself from the rest of the human population when his shame is too much to bear, which is to apologize even more. "A thousand apologies, monsieur, I will..." He pauses for a moment as he takes in the man's appearance. Is he truly eating... Is that a stick of lard? but that thought disappears quickly when he becomes aware that he has not yet finished his sentence.
Well, will what, Marius? He hastily scrambles for a proper response. "Allow me to pay for a new set of clothing for you."