emile | nerd fight | @greg
Emile spent time investigating with some of the other side kids before finally leaving them to head to the kitchen. Hopefully Muffet was still missing. Not that he really knew why they were so scared of the lady, but whatever. He’d believe they had their reasons.
Luckily she didn’t seem to be there again. At the moment. He was ready to grab a snack and quickly go to bed when someone else walked in. His head whipped toward the intruder and lo behold.
Greg. There was almost no one else he wanted to see less here. This man had gotten away with murdering his closest friend, maybe more and Rieko. A rich pampered brat that was getting away with his crime. A murdering piece of fucking…
Alright, Emile seethed until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. What the hell was he carrying? The guy had a dagger on his belt and and an anime-esc shaped sword in a scabbard that certainly couldn’t be easy to get off. And he was carrying around the most excessively decorated battle axe Emile had ever seen.
“I had no idea you were into cosplay, Greg. Is this some Final Fantasy game I missed?”
He couldn’t keep the hatred out of his tone, but holy shit. Emile laughed. It wasn’t a very happy laugh. More disbelief than anything. He felt only more pathetic now that he couldn’t stop this bastard from what he did.
Still, especially after what happened, Emile wasn’t letting his guard down. He takes a casual side step toward where the kitchen knives were kept.
