A soft snicker of laughter spilled between lips as a grin worked it’s way up. Leaning back upon arms, a mop of blonde hair fell backwards, ahoge falling with it as eyes looked coyly at the obviously frustrated spirit. “Hehe .. th-that’s not nice to say, Ratatosk. What’s g-got you so mad, this time?”

Emil doubted whoever this person was who annoyed Ratatosk was, was truly an idiot. Though, he might as well hear Ratatosk out and try to help him through this, yes?