[Or: from somewhere behind 15% Mob comes the sound of genuine applause. Emil is still cautiously decked out in his Normal Human Look (read: a raincoat and a dollar store mask), and has come to the bowling alley to see what the fuss is about in here; naturally, he gravitates towards a fellow little guy doing his best.
He knows objectively that the gutters are not where the ball is supposed to go, but he's applauding anyway, for the good effort.]
You almost had it! Ah—look, another one's coming back.
[Another ball in the ball return, that is. Emil considers his very safe spot over here on the Seats, weighs it against the chance to talk to another person, and hovers over to put his wee (gloved) hands on this new ball.]
2 totally normal kids bowling
He knows objectively that the gutters are not where the ball is supposed to go, but he's applauding anyway, for the good effort.]
You almost had it! Ah—look, another one's coming back.
[Another ball in the ball return, that is. Emil considers his very safe spot over here on the Seats, weighs it against the chance to talk to another person, and hovers over to put his wee (gloved) hands on this new ball.]
Can you teach me how to do it?