may stuff collection center

[illequipped]

Who: Emil and friends
When: May
Where: various
What: various
Warnings: he's still dumb

this is where i am keeping my may threads, starters below

Comments

[garmr]

[Guts is a shining beacon of fun, Emil. Just a bucket of laughs. Though, he does seem to pick up on the wide berth around them when asked to turn around. He swiftly decides he's not going to do this, simply because he didn't go through the trouble of making the trip out here just to leave this boy in the most dangerous part of Draega. What kind of guarding would that be?

But, well, the people they were supposed to be helping aren't coming. He can feel the press of nervous eyes glancing at them and peeking through the crowd and decrepit buildings. Psh. This is why he never does charity.]

Go on ahead. I'll watch you from here.

[He leans against a crumbling stone wall, arms crossed.]

[illequipped]

[wow]

Nnnh— alright, suit yourself! I'll be back!

[He's not going very far in the first place, lest he get kidnapped and robbed of his food and nice clothes. Stay there and watch as he marches boldly into this, ah... square? Can it be called a square when it's more like the cramped space in the middle of the street? Regardless, he's there, and after a few minutes it becomes evident that he's surprisingly not doing a terrible job— with the children. Children he has a way with completely unlike the way he acts towards basically everyone else; gentler, more patient...

Essentially, he's so harmless and has so much food in this basket, the children of the slums take to him remarkably quickly. Watch in awe as he passes out pieces of fruit and bread that he may have (definitely) swiped from breakfast.]

[garmr]

[Guts watches quietly as Emil is swarmed by a group of eager children. Once he isn't stomping around, it is easy enough to fade into the background and let the alleyway resume its usual activity. Guts didn't quite expect an act of patient selflessness to come from a well-dressed brat. Good for him, he guesses. The kids did look pretty happy with whatever it is he was giving them. It's been a rough few years for them.

One particularly daring boy gets close enough to him to check around his greaves and see if he happened to be hiding anything extra. He is obviously a Stranger like Emil, and Guts has passed through the poorer parts of town a few times before. All those leather pouches must be hiding, something, right?]

You're lookin' the wrong way, kid.

[He brushes the boy's wandering hand off him.]

[illequipped]

[Emil likes kids; Emil is good with kids, even, and kids like Emil, but uh, all the affection for children in the world can't make him a very attentive caretaker, when he's surrounded by hungry children, several of whom want to touch his nice clothes. This is is more than he bargained for - so he doesn't notice one has wandered away to stare at Guts until he hears Guts' voice. He glances up, ah-

You know, Guts made a child cry the last time he was around children... Emil has to pitch his voice a tad louder to call over:]

Why don't you bring him back over here? [but NICELY] Without growling at anybody.

thank u for ur patience

[garmr]

[The boy lets out a startled yelp as Guts grabs him by the shirt and hoists him in the air. This is nice enough by Guts standards, obviously, because he isn't hanging the child off his sword. Improvement!

Fortunately, although a little squirmy, the boy looks more startled than afraid as he's unceremoniously carried over to the rest of the curious children and dropped in the crowd. The whole gesture isn't exactly the most gentle, but the children at least seem to take it as more of a game than something to be upset or fearful about.]

He's the one you want to stick around.

[He gestures to Emil, getting swarmed by small hands, and does nothing to help him. Is this going well? He supposes its going well.]