[Once the books are placed atop Emil, they become Emil's problem? Or: Lalli, naturally, folds his arms, simply watching this all go down—and lifting a brow every so slightly, because really, sir, there is no need to panic. Also, is this criticism... after this effort he just put forth...]
Other people are taking them.
[He knows because he watched a few of them? From around corners and/or from behind shelves, like a totally normal person? Anyway, Lalli's creeping aside:]
Look at them. They're weird. [Like, seriously, takeyourpick. But as he brings a hand down just to sort of... poke whatever book happens to be at the top of this precarious pile:] Why are they here?
too on the nose, and yet
Other people are taking them.
[He knows because he watched a few of them? From around corners and/or from behind shelves, like a totally normal person? Anyway, Lalli's creeping aside:]
Look at them. They're weird. [Like, seriously, take your pick. But as he brings a hand down just to sort of... poke whatever book happens to be at the top of this precarious pile:] Why are they here?