Emmett
Scarecrow I think I love you, will you ever understand,
It's not as if I've fallen for this but I'm doing what I can
It's not as if I've fallen for this but I'm doing what I can
Emmett was wrapped up in his song and the plain view of the back of the bench before him, which proved a good canvas for the circus of horrors in his imagination, the replays of Longnight, imaginings of what must have been happening downstairs...there were missing parts to the story, but he had worked out from the placement of some bodies and items what had happened, who had tried to fight and who had been slain right away. Had they called for him? He didn't know, he didn't know--
"Ah! Don' sneak up on me like tha'--" He flinched away from Caiside, arms coming up defensively. He didn't recognise the other man and as much as his first thought was 'pretty', he was currently very much of the mindset to be suspicious of everyone.
"...Sorry." Emmett finally mumbled when Caiside didn't attack him after a couple seconds. "I'm here cos I am world-weary. Really goddamn world-weary. Isn't everyone?"
