[Running, today and all days, is the worst. Emil mutters his fair share of protests, but jeez, he's coming. Sure, Lalli is the one who punched the horse (or whatever), so clearly Lalli is who the horse is after and Emil would be perfectly safe to just go sit down on a bench somewhere... Probably. But solidarity, etc, etc.
He's running! He's running until the second they get into the store, at which point he does immediately slump down against the nearest counter to catch his breath, watching Lalli continue to have energy somehow. This guy...]
Did that door open by itself? [neat. however,] Can a horse open a door like that?
[He has yet to move from his Spot, but he's casting a look around for a weird monstrosity that perhaps could... barricade this door...?
Yes, this is the best idea. He hauls himself up to cross over and get that cardboard defense system, at which point the doors once again open of their own accord. He stands there, useless.]
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He's running! He's running until the second they get into the store, at which point he does immediately slump down against the nearest counter to catch his breath, watching Lalli continue to have energy somehow. This guy...]
Did that door open by itself? [neat. however,] Can a horse open a door like that?
[He has yet to move from his Spot, but he's casting a look around for a weird monstrosity that perhaps could... barricade this door...?
Yes, this is the best idea. He hauls himself up to cross over and get that cardboard defense system, at which point the doors once again open of their own accord. He stands there, useless.]
Uhhhh...