[Oh no he doesn't!! Emil looks up from comforting this now crying menace child to watch this valiant attempt to get Guts to stay play out, and, huh... it's not working. Who would have thought that a tiny twig of a boy couldn't stop someone the size of a small tank. Surely, this was the least likely end to that try.
But that's so! Rude! So Emil, one hand still on the kid's head to stop him running- or floating- away again, reaches over to Guts' pitiful two coins...
He grabs just one, promises he will get it back, and yeets it as hard as he can at the back of Guts' retreating head. Get BACK here!!!]
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But that's so! Rude! So Emil, one hand still on the kid's head to stop him running- or floating- away again, reaches over to Guts' pitiful two coins...
He grabs just one, promises he will get it back, and yeets it as hard as he can at the back of Guts' retreating head. Get BACK here!!!]
You made this mess!