[Ingo just sort of lies there, letting both brother and Pokemon shove him about as they see fit.
This whole resolution he had about holding it together for Emmet isn't working out particularly well, is it? He stops whatever his runaway tongue is saying - more apologies - and buries his face in Emmet's white fur to try and collect his thoughts. This is fine for right now. Emmet needs this, so it's allowed. But Ingo cannot get so caught up in what he wants that he loses track of what actually matters.]
You smell like blood.
[oh no that probably wasn't a helpful observation]
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This whole resolution he had about holding it together for Emmet isn't working out particularly well, is it? He stops whatever his runaway tongue is saying - more apologies - and buries his face in Emmet's white fur to try and collect his thoughts. This is fine for right now. Emmet needs this, so it's allowed. But Ingo cannot get so caught up in what he wants that he loses track of what actually matters.]
You smell like blood.
[oh no that probably wasn't a helpful observation]