[For a moment he watches Kuzco's hand kind of... hover... there... but after a moment of pause Milo takes it upon himself to reach out and take Kuzco's hand with gusto, shaking it with a sort of loose, cheerful energy trying to be politely contained, before he releases his grip.]
Kuzco...?
[No he's never really heard of an Emperor Kuzco, but judging by the look on the face he does know to demonstrate the proper respect for someone in that position. He brings a hand up to cup the bottom half of his face, idly rubbing his chin and tapping his finger.]
That's uh-- Peru, right? Or... [Maybe, but judging by the clothes...] Incan? Definitely Pre-Columbian South America, if I'm not mistaken.
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Kuzco...?
[No he's never really heard of an Emperor Kuzco, but judging by the look on the face he does know to demonstrate the proper respect for someone in that position. He brings a hand up to cup the bottom half of his face, idly rubbing his chin and tapping his finger.]
That's uh-- Peru, right? Or... [Maybe, but judging by the clothes...] Incan? Definitely Pre-Columbian South America, if I'm not mistaken.