Can't meet the future's eyes

At this point Emile mostly expected most wolves to accept that with his head down and his eyes focused on whatever task he was doing that he'd be mostly ignored, it was easier for them all that way. So he wasn't really expecting Artorias to call out to him when he got close. He was aware of the aegis of course, hyper-aware but he had expected that he probably wouldn't be called on. The young man lifted his gaze from the ground that he'd been searching, forest green gaze growing wide and he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He nodded shakily, adjusting the bag slung over his back and making sure none of his precious cargo would spill out before he meandered over to Artorias.

He eyed the wine for a moment. Emile had never really tried drinking. He had a hard enough time maintaining control over his tongue as it was and he assumed it he got drunk he'd simply devolve into an incoherent ramble, he didn't know but...  Well, he thought it was probably rude not to try it at least a little. He lapped at it gingerly, forcing down the instinctual grimace of the strange aftertaste, before he tentatively raised his gaze towards Artorias again, he wasn't exactly big on talking and wasn't sure what he could even say anyways. Emile just silently prayed that whatever it was the Aegis wanted with him he could keep himself together long enough to not ruin his reputation with this man too. He figured if he did he'd probably find out pretty quickly if he'd been right about how unequipped for life on his own he'd be.


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