[Maybe a year ago, Emil would have reveled in this attention. Even though he barely comprehends what's going on (and honestly, drinking the weird... monster juice!!! made it worse!! he has no idea what's been happening!!!!), the idea of adoring fans admiring his many talents has always been, you know... something he kind of wanted. Who wouldn't want that?

Well, Emil himself, he's learning now that he has just the one. Being accosted by reporters (all three of them) a day ago was enough; being followed around by this relentless stranger is the worst. Can-I-see-your-weapon this, can-you-fight-with-me-for-fun-really-wouldn't-it-be-fun? that—Emil has had Enough.

He's decided to make a run for it, which is the second time he's decided to make a run for it today, and while he's leaning against a wall catching his breath and someone- that's you- comes innocently around the corner into his periphery, he does the only natural thing and startles, then nearly takes a swing at your face. Because that's the done thing, right? Just trying to punch people in the face? To his credit, he does stop in time, but then he's just standing there, fist raised, looking uncomfortable about the whole thing.]

Uhhhhh— I thought you were someone else.

[cool yes this explains everything about his actions]

[Emil is luckily(?) no stranger to abundant lack of translation - actually the whole automatic Common thing is a little shocking after the, like, 50% understanding lifestyle he's been living lately - but it's still annoying. Really annoying, because here's the thing: as far as Emil is aware, there are only 5 languages left and none of them are at all common (aha) around here.

He's Swedish, he keeps trying to insistently explain to people. He speaks Swedish and like twelve words of Finnish that are even less helpful. So after his instant and at this point, tired response to whatever nonsense words are coming out of anyone's mouth, which is just a dull stare and:]

Va?

[He's going to... draw pictures to explain himself. This is great and will not make anything harder to understand at all. He can't really... draw, though? What he comes up with is probably the voidfish but he ruins it by writing on it in goddamn Swedish anyway.

He is holding this up to basically everyone, because he understands no one. He also might have some misconceptions about what the voidfish actually does— "it didn't work???" his desperate scrawling is trying to convey.]

[please god just let him rest

Or: a room with light music and mysterious, like, heated table things...? Emil finds this place once and practically moves in. Does he recognize a single board game? Not besides, like, chess and checkers (both of which he sucks real ass at, for the record), but he isn't going to read the rules, either, and will simply start taking out pieces of various Classic Games and trying to figure out what to do without step one.

So, making it up. Come play this Mouse Capture Game with him, which he may have added chess pieces to just for kicks.]

[Want something else? Catch ya boy anywhere, including but not limited to: refusing to go into the defense class because school is the devil but loitering pointedly outside to try and listen in anyway; not comprehending being on the moon; complaining that he doesn't get his own room and how this is the worst thing to ever happen.

Or plot with me at jojoveller yeah!!]