unnecessary anger

Quanil flinched at the scream and instinctively started to run towards her to comfort her... and barely missed getting a hammer to the head as it fell after its impromptu flight. "Sorry. Sorry, I didn' mean to," they said, bending to pick up thrown... flying...? flown? ...scattered tools. "But it's just that someone hung their cloak in the middle of the street! And put their shoes there, too. Maybe we should try to find who they belong to, 'cause maybe they actually put them in an entryway like you should do and the cloak and shoes wandered off." That actually made much more sense than someone having put them in the street to begin with. Quanil peered at the cloak and shoes. "Bad cloak! Bad shoes! Go back to your owner!" They tried to wag a disapproving finger the way their mother would have done, but that just made them drop some of the tools they'd been picking up, and they resumed that task rather than continue to scold the naughty wandering clothes.