Emmett
Emmett had taken a day or so after his outburst at Zariahs to try and calm himself, so that he wouldn't blow up at the next person he saw. At least the pigs didn't understand if he yelled. It took a lot of his patience to be good with his siblings, but he somehow managed it. At night, he grabbed his blankets in his fists and twisted them as he thought over the conversation.When he did finally come to Phoebe's, it was with a mind to try and have a nice time. To take it all out of his mind - for he was sure it would not be all that serious in the end, right? It would likely all blow over in the next week, and he would have been overdramatic for nothing. In the meantime, he still had a girlfriend to see, whom he hoped he'd be seeing much longer than this stupid leadership would go on for.
Knocking twice at her door then letting himself in, he immediately felt a smile come to his face at the sight of her happily singing with flour on her nose, looking adorable. Emmett rushed forward and hugged her, pressing his face into her neck as he mumbled a hello and swayed, to no particular tune.
"Y'have a nice singin' voice." He told her, whispered by her ear as he pulled away.
All you broken boys and girls,
With your tattered flags unfurled:
With your tattered flags unfurled:
Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king.
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king?
