[...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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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. )