"I will not play with sharp objects"

Artorias started to explain what it was that they would be doing here and Emile's brain seemed to freeze and as more words were sent around the man found he wasn't actually catching or processing anything that was being said, he was desperately grasping at any idea that entered his mind he could use to contribute but his mind had gone nearly a hundred percent blank. He was vaguely aware of the rest of the pack taking turns voicing questions and try as he might he could not seem to make it out of the fog of his panicked mind enough to even just make sure if he did manage to land on a question he didn't repeat one... He finally managed to at least have an idea, not for a question no, but rather something to try and shake himself out of his panic. He tried to give himself a little shake, as small as he could so as not to draw attention, unfortunately for him twas not to be.

His elbow smacked painfully against the underside of the table, the sound of bone against the wooden surface seeming to echo louder than anything else and Emile's started to slowly sink further and further into his seat, attempting to pull himself from view and silently praying that Artorias would understand that he was probably not gonna be able to get even a single word out at this point as he tried to hide under the table.

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