[Emil’s presence was an utter mystery to Guts, too. He even forgets to be annoyed at that same stupid finger point that happened every time they brushed each other. Yes. Him. Hello, tiny egg-thrower. Or was that the other one? He honestly couldn’t tell the difference.
The boot comes back around to nudge him off the crate with a little more vigor. Next time he may just kick him aside.]
Re: o boy
The boot comes back around to nudge him off the crate with a little more vigor. Next time he may just kick him aside.]
Out of the way.