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Emile takes some offence to Grian's apparent laughter, taking it as a sign she was or did do something funny. She simply stares at him as he laughs, a look of displeasure and confusion equally marking her features, a hand resting upon her hip. She makes a pout face, cheeks flushing and frown visibly child-like. [color=slateblue]"Is there something wrong? D-do I have something on my face orrr...?"[/color] She gently touches her face to feel for any dirt; she didn't feel anything there...

[color=00aeef]"Sorry, its not you or anything. Must've been the stress I guess."[/color]

[color=slateblue][i]'Ahh, nice, thank you. That really helped my self-esteem...'[/i][/color]

Suddenly, Emile felt a lot more tired. Partially because her self-esteem committed a mass suicide, and partially because her teddy bear offered a place to sleep. 

[color=slateblue]"I would honestly love to be carried to bed, Teddy...~"[/color] Emile yawns tiredly, like she were nodding off where she stands. [color=slateblue]"Your kindness is much appreciated. I apologise in having no form of compensation, at least of monetary value, however I'm sure I could help you with one thing or another should the favour call for it."[/color] Her tone was polite and proper, and rolls off her tongue as though she's reading from a script. Although she certainly doesn't always act the most noble, from the looks of things, making no efforts to hide her tiredness. It's way past her bedtime, and she was becoming more anxious as she wanders the night, though her teddy bear kept her anxiety from accumulating too high. So long as he is around, she figures, she'll be alright. 

Standing beside Grian, Emile nods in readiness. [color=slateblue]"Lead the way, Teddy! Er, that is, Grian?"[/color]