( There was a chance that this stranger -- sort of? -- would do something drastic, and that wasn't so much a chance Emil was willing to take as much as it was a chance he didn't think all the way through. As soon as he's grabbed, however, there's a certain hitch to his breath that makes him panic a little bit. A mistake has been made.
Maybe it'll be okay. There was that moment of recognition somehow, even if there wasn't any sort of basic acknowledgement. As the person moves to go somewhere, hand still clamped on his wrist, the panic rises. )
You don't-- (--have to grab me to take me somewhere. Like if you're thinking "Hey, I think I know you, let's get one of the less shitty hospital fruit cups to talk about this over," you can just say that and he'll gladly go along, bro. The stranger is determined, however, since they move from one direction to the other, walking without any sort of consideration to Emil's mental vibes or half-spoken sentence.
Emil follows quite easily, though he stumbles a little to look down at something tickling his bare leg. Oh --- there's a cat there! And that feeling of nostalgia and memory comes back to him quite quickly: he recognizes and remembers this animal. )
I...think you have my cat? ( Why else would he remember it? And why isn't it at his house being taken care of by someone? What does his house even look like? )
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Maybe it'll be okay. There was that moment of recognition somehow, even if there wasn't any sort of basic acknowledgement. As the person moves to go somewhere, hand still clamped on his wrist, the panic rises. )
You don't-- ( --have to grab me to take me somewhere. Like if you're thinking "Hey, I think I know you, let's get one of the less shitty hospital fruit cups to talk about this over," you can just say that and he'll gladly go along, bro. The stranger is determined, however, since they move from one direction to the other, walking without any sort of consideration to Emil's mental vibes or half-spoken sentence.
Emil follows quite easily, though he stumbles a little to look down at something tickling his bare leg. Oh --- there's a cat there! And that feeling of nostalgia and memory comes back to him quite quickly: he recognizes and remembers this animal. )
I...think you have my cat? ( Why else would he remember it? And why isn't it at his house being taken care of by someone? What does his house even look like? )