[Now, Emil likes kids— honest, he does— but there's not a single demographic he can be put in front of a crowd of and expected to remain... composed? At all confident in what he's doing? It's not that he's intimidated by a bunch of children, but he may have already quietly decided the way a few of them are actually waiting expectantly for some kind of Craft lesson means they already hate him and think he's a stupid oaf.

Of course, they are, like, eight, so who's to say they don't think that already? But probably not.

Either way, at least he's not frozen in place, but he is at a complete loss for how to corral a whole room full of loud and rowdy children. He has little cousins, but they're a) only three in number and b) deeply enamored with how Cool their Cousin Emil is, so that experience is no help here.

He leans over, not taking his eyes off one particular child who is boring holes in his skull with her stare, to whisper to you, his partner and savior:]

I think we should let them spend some of this, uh, energy. Can you fake losing a fight?

[His little cousins are especially rowdy, for this to be his first and genuine suggestion—]

[Truthfully, Emil is with the rebellious attitude up to a point. He could be madder about being here in this world, but it takes very little to get him indignantly riled up, and so he allows himself to be swept along for the ride, maybe mostly in it for the encouraging comments and the supposed support from these total strangers... He's enjoying being included in this thing, as questionable as it is, because honestly— well.

It seems... fairly harmless, from where he's standing? All they want to do is inconvenience people a little, and for what sounds like a good reason-! He is not very discerning.

But when their method turns out to be literal cans of stink, Emil's expression twists and he tries to swerve out of the group around the drain, only to be tugged back in by one of the landens. Why!!

His fated moment of eye contact is therefore both, ah, desperate, and kind of grossed out.]

This is completely stupid! [As he jerks his arm out of the grip of the young landen, he adds,] Don't grab me, I am not staying to ruin my clothes with this absolute filth you shoved in a bottle!

[And a very abrupt silence falls over the crowd... ah....... please help him.]

[hello from this tiny webcomic rp fandom... still, hit me up with anything?! jewel is whatever for tdm but purple from rng]