[Truthfully, it's a mystery how Emil got here in the first place. He definitely doesn't carry himself like someone who wants to be spending the afternoon hauling crates around, especially at the docks reeking of fish and sweat and saltwater— really not his scene. And yet, he's here anyway.
It's entirely possible this is a mistake and someone much bigger and more intimidating than he is gave him just enough mean looks to keep him there, or one of the sailors convinced him to push crates around as a joke. No matter; whatever the reason, there is one (1) more prissy pretty boy on this dock than usual, currently leaning his elbow on a crate and not moving it at all. It's break time; he deserves this.
But, ah- being nudged with a boot is so... rude!! He turns and looks up - literally everyone here has at least a head on him, jesus - and then—]
Ah! [POINTS..... this is like, the third time he's done this, but the first time outside of breakfast.] You!!
o boy
It's entirely possible this is a mistake and someone much bigger and more intimidating than he is gave him just enough mean looks to keep him there, or one of the sailors convinced him to push crates around as a joke. No matter; whatever the reason, there is one (1) more prissy pretty boy on this dock than usual, currently leaning his elbow on a crate and not moving it at all. It's break time; he deserves this.
But, ah- being nudged with a boot is so... rude!! He turns and looks up - literally everyone here has at least a head on him, jesus - and then—]
Ah! [POINTS..... this is like, the third time he's done this, but the first time outside of breakfast.] You!!