[Oh no, right in his eye! Emil rubs it furiously with his sleeve, trying to hit the bottle with the staff in his other hand. The bottle skips out of the way, allowing the brush to fling some powder in his OTHER eye, ow.]
Don’t just stand there, help me out!
[He’s calls to where he assumes Luci is. He’s probably way off but hey, you try focusing when you’re all teary eyed.]
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Don’t just stand there, help me out!
[He’s calls to where he assumes Luci is. He’s probably way off but hey, you try focusing when you’re all teary eyed.]