Inga strolled joyfully down one of the expansive hallways in Fumus' castle, a playful grin dancing across his face as he replayed the delightful chaos of crashing the tea party held by Engetsu, Fiore, and Youran just a few halls back. He relished the forbidden tea and the light, buttery cookie he had snatched from the spread, his smirk widening with each blissful bite.

As he meandered past Fumus' office, he caught a whiff of something unusual—the creaking of a door slowly opening, followed by the sound of soft, stifled sobs. Intrigued, Inga glanced over his shoulder, letting out a bemused, “Hm…?” Bits of cookie still lingered on his face, but now his full attention was captivated. The notion of Fumus, the mighty god himself, shedding tears seemed utterly unbelievable. Such a moment of vulnerability was unheard of. A familiar figure emerged—a fellow subordinate, one of Inga's "brothers," akin to Fiore, Engetsu, and Youran. This companion, crafted from the same creator's hands, stepped out of the office, their expression a blend of sadness and concern.

Rather than feeling sympathy, Inga's mind was racing in a different direction. He pivoted sharply, abandoning his previous curiosity in favor of mischief. With a grin that threatened to split his face, he approached, laughter bubbling up inside him. Seizing the other's arm, he teased with exaggerated mock concern, “Hey there, big boy! Are you crying? Please tell me you’re not crying!” He leaned in closer, his chuckles erupting into a hearty laugh, eyes gleaming with delight as he reveled in the playful torment of his comrade.