( This is somehow not the first time Emil's had to defend his hut from an intruder. The time before, though, the person wasn't already in his bed.
His name is on the door, but that's not like that means much. He walks into the hut, smelling of charcoal and disappointment, only to freeze in surprise at seeing a woman lying in his bed, sans covers and fully clothed.
Well, at least he's grateful for the last part.
Emil's expression shifts from alarm to one that is completely unamused, not in the mood to deal with hooligans. ) I'm not sure if you can read, but this hut belongs to me. That's my bed you're in. Kindly show yourself out.
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His name is on the door, but that's not like that means much. He walks into the hut, smelling of charcoal and disappointment, only to freeze in surprise at seeing a woman lying in his bed, sans covers and fully clothed.
Well, at least he's grateful for the last part.
Emil's expression shifts from alarm to one that is completely unamused, not in the mood to deal with hooligans. ) I'm not sure if you can read, but this hut belongs to me. That's my bed you're in. Kindly show yourself out.