[Ducking is what people with quick reflexes and grace and a modicum of spatial awareness would do.
Emil is not one of those people.
And so, when a rodent comes flying out of the greenhouse door, Emil doesn't duck. In fact, he just brightens and smiles because he saw a familiar head of silvery-blond hair just a moment before the mutated rat hits him square across the face. Flailing backward while he lets out an undignified squawk, he pinwheels his arms and then lifts his hands to scrub them at the offending whatever-gross-diseases-or-filth the rat had on it.]
oh look here I am with the other one - greenhouse invasion (take 2)
Emil is not one of those people.
And so, when a rodent comes flying out of the greenhouse door, Emil doesn't duck. In fact, he just brightens and smiles because he saw a familiar head of silvery-blond hair just a moment before the mutated rat hits him square across the face. Flailing backward while he lets out an undignified squawk, he pinwheels his arms and then lifts his hands to scrub them at the offending whatever-gross-diseases-or-filth the rat had on it.]
My face!