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[center][h1]Emil Günther[/h1]
Physical state: Sick
Mental state: Unfocused and disoriented[/center]

Emil's hand moved sickly athwart his feverish forehead and eyes, grazing his eyebrows and locks of stray hair, revealing at the end of its journey Johan, come out of the morning grayness. 

[color=fff200]"Hello...."[/color]

[color=0072bc]”I didn't see you. Hello.” [/color]Emil said with a voice drained of all the high spirits. [color=0072bc]”Forgive me, I am ... not at my best today. Yesterday's come to haunt me, I suppose.”[/color]
Instinctively, he reached into his pocket for a smoke, but laying his eyes on the pack wizened up. [color=00a651][i]Idiot, that's the last thing you need.[/i][/color] He shook a cigarette out of the pack and aimed it at Johan. [color=0072bc]”A smoke while you wait, perhaps?”[/color]