( It's that time again, where there are a bunch of new people wandering around. Chattering, asking questions, some of which Emil can't help but roll his eyes at. One such voice approaches his ears as he's walking through the city streets. Talk of vikings catches his ears, and so he turns to--
Shit.
Jumping and gasping are done on instinct, with a sharp intake of breath accompanied by a small hiss screech at the same time. Almost immediately, it's followed by a relax in his posture, a roll of his eyes and a long groan.
All of Héctor's questions are avoided in favor of: ) Will they stop bringing in dead people for goodness sake!?
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Shit.
Jumping and gasping are done on instinct, with a sharp intake of breath accompanied by a small hiss screech at the same time. Almost immediately, it's followed by a relax in his posture, a roll of his eyes and a long groan.
All of Héctor's questions are avoided in favor of: ) Will they stop bringing in dead people for goodness sake!?