“Please, please don’t hurt me, I swear I’ll be good after this I will, I will!” The boy scrambled back on the stage, in the verge of panic, and jumped up, ready to defend himself. 
Eric was just a few feet right behind him, holding his breath as to not make a sound. It seems the kid didn't notice him, and does not realize that he is sitting there.

What should I do? If he sees me, he might freak out and do something extreme. Not good. What if he tries to turn my head into jelly? If I turn to spectral form to avoid that, he could take it as an attack, also not a good idea. Last time I intervenes, it didn't turn out so well. 

He froze like a sitting statue, chopstick and food box still in his hands, only following the events with his eyes. TB, Raven and Omega tried to approach calm him, slowly approaching, as to a frightened deer. It was all so intense, but strangely comical for him.

[color=af510e][b]“My name's Manny.”[/b][/color] 

[color=deepskyblue][i][b] Manny? As in... Emmanuel? Oh my good this is too good.[/b][/i] [/color] Suddenly, a picture of a moustached Omega flashed before his eyes, Omega the latin lover, with spanish guitar playing in the background. 
[color=deepskyblue][i][b]No, not now, idiot! [/b][/i][/color] Eric clenched his teeth, struggling not to chuckle.