I don't know how your magic stuff works... ( Said under his breath and in a huff. How is he supposed to know whether or not some gods can cross...dimensions or portals or whatever the hell was going on around here?
But that's enough being petulant for a second. He told Lalli he could help him in other ways -- potentially ways that involved less stabbing. Lalli delivered, and he's simultaneously grateful and relieved.
After a second or two of being a little sheepish, he does it properly this time: )
Thanks...you know, I've never actually seen you do the whole mage thing before. ( At least unless you count troll pointing and magic comas.
That's actually kind of cool to him...he finally got what he wanted. )
[He lets his gaze hover somewhere above Emil's shoulder while he considers this, even as he sinks his cheek into the gross Cypress couch. Ugh, even he'd think twice about sleeping under this thing... But Emil is thanking him, and must...be feeling a little better, in some way. That's nice.]
( It's hard to be comfortable when you're constantly thinking about how your face must look like it's covered in grape jelly and these couches do really suck...but he's getting there, leaning back and trying to see if he feels more healed or protected yet. )
The...kallo-what? ( Did he forget some magic thing...he feels like he would remember some cool magic thing. )
[emil was always either eating or babbling or screaming so when was he supposed to find a good time for bone things, really?]
Yes?
[...what did he think... that's a worrying thought, kinda. lowkey worrying, for highkey worryingly unknown reasons.]
It, um. Helps. It releases the dog's spirit back into the...? [VAGUE...HAND WAVE AT THE AIR] So it can...try again. I guess. Or at least not have to stay and get corrupted like the bad ghosts.
( The Finns have a lot of weird rituals (he guesses, anyway, y'all are a weird bunch)........Emil didn't know why it was happening but well, it sure was happening.
That's actually sweet, though. For as disgusting as it looked -- no, it's still disgusting; it can be disgusting and sweet -- it was actually pretty beautiful too in that context. )
Oh... ( Emil considers how he viewed that whole morning mess. ) I didn't know it was supposed to help it. That's...nice of you.
( He's not into the spiritual stuff like lol okay, spirits, ghosts, whatever. It's just the thought that counts; Lalli believes in spirits so that makes it real to him. )
[If Lalli was good at reading people, he'd feel all warm and fuzzy over the fact that Emil is slowly accepting his weird forest boy ways. Since he's not...]
Why would I skin a beast if it wasn't something like that? It's not like we could eat it.
( Actually.........well he would hope Lalli had the sense to not eat a diseased dead animal, but "sense" and "mage" were still kind of-sort of antonyms sometimes. )
I don't know how weird mage spells and rituals and whatnot work. What was I supposed to think?
[That he wasn't doing something weird and wrong when it had mattered so much to Emil, even if he didn't know it was part of Lalli's job. Way of life. Just what kind of person did he seem like, those first few days? What kind of person did he seem like now?
He pushes the worries down, because now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Emil mattered far more, right now.]
I don't feel like going out again. I'm going to sleep under your bed tonight.
( WHAT...Emil never thinks Lalli is truly malicious or anything in his magic, just. So weird, so odd, so completely unfathomable. And what's so wrong with that? It's just a fact.
A more intuitive man might think about how offended he gets when Lalli thinks he's weird for completely mundane things as compared to cultural standards and practices. One day, maybe.
As it stands, though, Emil can feel the stress start to leave his shoulders. He's again not sure if it's Lalli's magic but it's welcome and comforting as a nice side effect. Also, he lied -- he touches his face again, just to test out the pain level. It doesn't feel lessened much, but maybe what difference there is isn't just psychosomatic. )
...Fine. You just can't wake up my roommates.
( Not like you didn't already wake up the tri-county area with that caterwauling earlier. )
( Forgive him for wanting to see if your magic spell whoo-haa worked, mister. )
You were banging on the dorm door and screaming...! ( Ugh, no he gets it. But still, no more wild antics from you tonight. Shh, only sleeping now. )
Just follow me. There's an open bed so you can use the pillows and things from that if you like.
( Emil has grown to accept your weird under-bed ways. He stands, motioning to the stairs as he begins to go toward them, eventually walking up them when he's sure Lalli's following. No investigative scouting in the building, please. )
[...No, Lalli, that is very much what you did, don't you scoff. He still lowkey scouts, because of course he does, but he doesn't abandon Emil's side. It isn't like he needs to look for any danger or treasure in this gross building. And he might be feeling an extra spike of happiness that his bedgoblin status has been accepted, that might be helping the whole not wandering thing.]
( Yeah, you know what you did. Emil lets Lalli do whatever -- he's paying attention to walking up these dingy, dark stairs without busting his ass and making an even bigger mess of his face. He's made the mistake of taking a step too many and tripping all over himself...never again.
Well, it probably will happen again but not tonight. Thankfully 203 isn't up many flights and is relatively easy to see (though he has made the embarrassing mistake of wandering into 201 before). They reach the door and Emil looks back at Lalli, hoping he slinks in like normal and that none of these people are awake to ask questions like "Did you hear that animal being murdered a while ago? Boy that sure was loud!"
Emil lets him in and, well. Welcome to his humble abode. The beds are low to the ground cots and everything seems a little dusty. His area is pretty recognizable by the ridiculous self-portrait he's got hanging up.
( He hisses a whisper, barely paying attention to where his friend is looking as he's refluffing his own bed. )
You can't just say that about someone you don't know; they may wake up and hear you! ( HE'S NOT TALKING ABOUT ONE OF YOUR ROOMMATES. Not like you're innocent of being caught talking shit anyway, Em. )
[He squints over at Emil, then curiously peeks at the roommates because what if they DO have big faces... They have pretty normal-sized faces, though. He retrieves the pillow and blanket from the empty bed and drops them next to Emil's before pointing up at the portrait. He will continue to point until Emil notices him and acknowledges it. Shame???
( He figured Lalli would just slide under the unused bed, but feeling overprotective makes sense. Or maybe he's just here to ask questions about...something he's pointing at? )
Hmm? That? ( Emil looks over to examine his portrait. He's rather proud of it actually. No shame here; he's glad Lalli acknowledges real art when he sees it. You've got potential in you yet, kid. ) I got it the day I arrived here. Nice, isn't it? Not bad for an amateur and a quick job if I do say so.
( He almost forgets to whisper as he climbs into bed, beaming. Hopefully his face looks like that after this mess heals. )
[It's a big face... But it's Emil's face which is objectively nice, so??? "Nice" was an acceptable way to describe the painting. Just weird. And big. And so much why. He spends a few more moments just staring at it, then shakes his head and goes back to making a filthy Cypress bednest. Staring through the bottom of the cot, Lalli wonders at how truly absurd this friend of his is. He would have to do better for him.]
( if you ever needed to reevaluate any choices you may have made, lalli, now would be a pretty good time.
Any staring goes unnoticed as nothing more than admiration. The momentary small talk makes Emil almost forget his current affliction, laying down in his usual side-position before wincing at the still-there pain. It'll be a while before he falls asleep again.
Man, he hopes Lalli's weird spell somehow works better than in the morning and that this horrific thing looks somewhat better; that portrait is looking more and more like a slap in the face.
No joke intended. )
Good night, Lalli. ( He'll probably have to explain how he acquired an underbed goblin to a couple of people tomorrow, but that can wait until the morning. )
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I don't know how your magic stuff works... ( Said under his breath and in a huff. How is he supposed to know whether or not some gods can cross...dimensions or portals or whatever the hell was going on around here?
But that's enough being petulant for a second. He told Lalli he could help him in other ways -- potentially ways that involved less stabbing. Lalli delivered, and he's simultaneously grateful and relieved.
After a second or two of being a little sheepish, he does it properly this time: )
Thanks...you know, I've never actually seen you do the whole mage thing before. ( At least unless you count troll pointing and magic comas.
That's actually kind of cool to him...he finally got what he wanted. )
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[He lets his gaze hover somewhere above Emil's shoulder while he considers this, even as he sinks his cheek into the gross Cypress couch. Ugh, even he'd think twice about sleeping under this thing... But Emil is thanking him, and must...be feeling a little better, in some way. That's nice.]
You have. When I made the kallohonka.
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The...kallo-what? ( Did he forget some magic thing...he feels like he would remember some cool magic thing. )
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[Ummm. Hmn. Let him think about this some more. All these things were so drilled into him that finding words to describe them was...difficult.]
The tree ritual. For the dog?
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Oh, uhm. Is...that what that was? Magic? I really didn't understand what was going on, except suddenly you were. Uh...
( GOD THE BONES, WHY WAS HE PLAYING WITH BONES EMIL WAS EATING!!! EATING!!! )
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Yes?
[...what did he think... that's a worrying thought, kinda. lowkey worrying, for highkey worryingly unknown reasons.]
It, um. Helps. It releases the dog's spirit back into the...? [VAGUE...HAND WAVE AT THE AIR] So it can...try again. I guess. Or at least not have to stay and get corrupted like the bad ghosts.
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That's actually sweet, though. For as disgusting as it looked -- no, it's still disgusting; it can be disgusting and sweet -- it was actually pretty beautiful too in that context. )
Oh... ( Emil considers how he viewed that whole morning mess. ) I didn't know it was supposed to help it. That's...nice of you.
( He's not into the spiritual stuff like lol okay, spirits, ghosts, whatever. It's just the thought that counts; Lalli believes in spirits so that makes it real to him. )
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Why would I skin a beast if it wasn't something like that? It's not like we could eat it.
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( Actually.........well he would hope Lalli had the sense to not eat a diseased dead animal, but "sense" and "mage" were still kind of-sort of antonyms sometimes. )
I don't know how weird mage spells and rituals and whatnot work. What was I supposed to think?
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Mrh...
[That he wasn't doing something weird and wrong when it had mattered so much to Emil, even if he didn't know it was part of Lalli's job. Way of life. Just what kind of person did he seem like, those first few days? What kind of person did he seem like now?
He pushes the worries down, because now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Emil mattered far more, right now.]
I don't feel like going out again. I'm going to sleep under your bed tonight.
[like the rude goblin he is]
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A more intuitive man might think about how offended he gets when Lalli thinks he's weird for completely mundane things as compared to cultural standards and practices. One day, maybe.
As it stands, though, Emil can feel the stress start to leave his shoulders. He's again not sure if it's Lalli's magic but it's welcome and comforting as a nice side effect. Also, he lied -- he touches his face again, just to test out the pain level. It doesn't feel lessened much, but maybe what difference there is isn't just psychosomatic. )
...Fine. You just can't wake up my roommates.
( Not like you didn't already wake up the tri-county area with that caterwauling earlier. )
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Stop that.
[He's going to duct tape your hands to your sides, mister.]
Pfh. I am quiet.
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You were banging on the dorm door and screaming...! ( Ugh, no he gets it. But still, no more wild antics from you tonight. Shh, only sleeping now. )
Just follow me. There's an open bed so you can use the pillows and things from that if you like.
( Emil has grown to accept your weird under-bed ways. He stands, motioning to the stairs as he begins to go toward them, eventually walking up them when he's sure Lalli's following. No investigative scouting in the building, please. )
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Pfh.
[...No, Lalli, that is very much what you did, don't you scoff. He still lowkey scouts, because of course he does, but he doesn't abandon Emil's side. It isn't like he needs to look for any danger or treasure in this gross building. And he might be feeling an extra spike of happiness that his bedgoblin status has been accepted, that might be helping the whole not wandering thing.]
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Well, it probably will happen again but not tonight. Thankfully 203 isn't up many flights and is relatively easy to see (though he has made the embarrassing mistake of wandering into 201 before). They reach the door and Emil looks back at Lalli, hoping he slinks in like normal and that none of these people are awake to ask questions like "Did you hear that animal being murdered a while ago? Boy that sure was loud!"
Emil lets him in and, well. Welcome to his humble abode. The beds are low to the ground cots and everything seems a little dusty. His area is pretty recognizable by the ridiculous self-portrait he's got hanging up.
Mi casa es tu casa. )
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That's a big face.
[thanks]
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( He hisses a whisper, barely paying attention to where his friend is looking as he's refluffing his own bed. )
You can't just say that about someone you don't know; they may wake up and hear you! ( HE'S NOT TALKING ABOUT ONE OF YOUR ROOMMATES. Not like you're innocent of being caught talking shit anyway, Em. )
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What?
[He squints over at Emil, then curiously peeks at the roommates because what if they DO have big faces... They have pretty normal-sized faces, though. He retrieves the pillow and blanket from the empty bed and drops them next to Emil's before pointing up at the portrait. He will continue to point until Emil notices him and acknowledges it. Shame???
Mostly curiosity, but like...in a shaming way.]
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Hmm? That? ( Emil looks over to examine his portrait. He's rather proud of it actually. No shame here; he's glad Lalli acknowledges real art when he sees it. You've got potential in you yet, kid. ) I got it the day I arrived here. Nice, isn't it? Not bad for an amateur and a quick job if I do say so.
( He almost forgets to whisper as he climbs into bed, beaming. Hopefully his face looks like that after this mess heals. )
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...Okay.
[It's a big face... But it's Emil's face which is objectively nice, so??? "Nice" was an acceptable way to describe the painting. Just weird. And big. And so much why. He spends a few more moments just staring at it, then shakes his head and goes back to making a filthy Cypress bednest. Staring through the bottom of the cot, Lalli wonders at how truly absurd this friend of his is. He would have to do better for him.]
.........Good night, Emil.
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Any staring goes unnoticed as nothing more than admiration. The momentary small talk makes Emil almost forget his current affliction, laying down in his usual side-position before wincing at the still-there pain. It'll be a while before he falls asleep again.
Man, he hopes Lalli's weird spell somehow works better than in the morning and that this horrific thing looks somewhat better; that portrait is looking more and more like a slap in the face.
No joke intended. )
Good night, Lalli. ( He'll probably have to explain how he acquired an underbed goblin to a couple of people tomorrow, but that can wait until the morning. )