[Henry no...why...Emil's life is already hard enough why are you making it even more difficult?! He was just trying to make his way back to where he needed to be - a task already made hard due to his bandaged eyes. When he's nearly knocked over and something spilled on him he can't help but cry out, not so much out of anger but out of fear.
Just what had happened?!
The guy who bumped into him doesn't sound too old, 'older' than him in a physical sense and he sounds apologetic enough despite his awkward laughter. Of course, not knowing what's just found its way onto him and his clothes, Emil has no way to tell what he looks like or what the damage is.]
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Just what had happened?!
The guy who bumped into him doesn't sound too old, 'older' than him in a physical sense and he sounds apologetic enough despite his awkward laughter. Of course, not knowing what's just found its way onto him and his clothes, Emil has no way to tell what he looks like or what the damage is.]
I-I'm not mad but...what happened? What's on me?
[He's starting to panic...understandably.]