[ ring ring, banana phone - but no really, have a mental text after the whole speed-dating-hell ends. what a day. what a day. akira actually ate his body-weight in breadsticks. ]
hey. you awake?
[ HE SAYS TO THE GUY THAT WAS HAVING TROUBLE SLEEPING. shameless. ]
( Liquor isn't exactly Emil's forte -- he can handle the taste of a few sips before he gives up on the endeavor. That was about all he could manage tonight, but the stoutness and infused quality of...whatever it was that he drank...has pushed him into unfamiliar territory.
Though he's naturally able to talk a person's ear off if they let him, suddenly it's that much easier to say whatever he wants and so much harder to shut it off.
Not that he's paying that much attention, he's too busy talking. Now he's thinking, )I wonder where Lalli's at right now.( unconsciously telepathically asking him the question before it even dawns on him oh, right, just mind ping the guy. )
Lalli! Are you awake? -- Oh, of course you are. Where are you?
[It's unusual to have Emil contact him... What is this...
No really, what the fuck is this thing that's happening, is he getting a contact high through a mental connection??? This is also some rude shit, tbh.]
...Why?
[YES, HE'S GOING TO BE CAUTIOUS FIRST, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TO HIM]
( mister, after your gay episode you don't get to talk about other people doin shit to you )
Why? I guess I just wanted to know. Not like it matters since there's telepathy, but it's important information to be privy to, regardless! Maybe you're close by.
[Hey Lalli guess what? Daichi has finally found something worth "photographing". He figured out how to stare at it long enough to send it telepathically, too!!
Daichi is... definitely side-stepping around some kind of "why did you buy me a gift" "uhhhh" conversation, dropping this off while Lalli is not around, but it's fine! It's totally fine. There's a fairly simple paper gift bag, which is full of marshmallows.
Quite full. Some of them are fancy, but just in case, most of them are the ordinary, plain kind. On the gift bag's attached mini-card he's written Enjoy!!!! and his name.
This is, of course, written in Japanese, but how many people would give Lalli whole bags of marshmallows...?? He's trying his best.]
[Outside his door, Lalli will find a small parcel addressed to him. Inside is an upgraded scope for his rifle, which will allow him to clearly pick out targets at greater distances, even in conditions where there is no light. Alongside this is a small device that easily fits in one's palm or pocket.
A small note included with it reads: Dress Module: prevents damage to clothing. Effective under all known conditions.]
[Yusuke's not even pretending to be secret about this. Lalli gets a watercolor portrait of himself, signed by Yusuke (and in parentheses, "Secret Santa"). It's a bit sketchy in design, but he couldn't ask Lalli to sit for a portrait, could he?]
[They are, indeed, friends now. Even if both of them suck at it. So Lalli is given warm mitts and a giant, epically fluffy scarf. Also, delicious dried candy fruits! In addition, however, he's given a sketch pad and some charcoals. It's signed in orange pen, "I have no clue if you do art, so this might be a stupid gift. It just felt like something you could have a real talent for. But fuck if I know. Friendship, fuck yeah. --DS"]
( The past few days have been...rough. Sunsu was fine -- aside from the weird faux-bombing bullshit -- but essentially everything after that was a very steep downward incline for Emil. Usually his decision making is impulsive, which means having to think alone and weigh options carefully is an abnormal pressure on his mind. It's in part because Lalli seemed to need some space, perhaps evident by his not contacting him, but also due to having a difficult time knowing how to approach this sudden predicament he wasn't sure he'd ever find himself in.
It's now or never though -- well, that's not true. But if he doesn't just get this over with and deal with whatever the repercussions may be, he'll probably go insane. )
Hey, where are you right now?( Telepathy is probably a better option to start instead of just showing up at Lalli's apartment and getting a door in his face, or he's just out working instead. )
[Not approaching him was for the best, even if it was all Lalli really wanted. He couldn't trust himself to accept how things were doomed to be -- at least not so close to all the crushing realization and false assurance from Akira. There was just no way he could handle it...
When Emil reaches out, he accepts the connection with trepidation.]
( It was hard to think about how long this could go on. After they first arrived on the hub island and a bit into their time on Aimintas, their communication had been very stilted. At the time, that wasn't so difficult. Awkward and strange, but it didn't feel so...dire. Going a couple of weeks without talking to Lalli at this point would be scary. Very empty. )
I...don't want to do it through telepathy either.( That might be easier, actually for him and Lalli both this time, but for once he's not interested in taking the easy way out of his problems. )
[ akira could have gone with something more useful like a blanket! or food! or clothes!
instead? he's going with a loose interpretation of practical. and that means that lalli is going to receive a giant basket, wrapped in plastic, that contains pots, pans, icing, spatulas and the works. it has a tiny little CAKE COOKBOOK in the midst of the fanfare and it has an impressive bow tied at the top. attached to the bow is a small tag.
( In case Lalli ever inquires, Emil was going to get a job -- that was, until shit started to go South and now people don't want to hire coven members. Even wearing high-necked sweaters, people that come from the building itself have a bit of a reputation, which is why finding employment became something of a struggle. Not that it disappointed him much.
It's been a couple of days since that stupid, horrible headache had come and gone, and Emil's magic intelligence isn't so well-honed that he'd notice a bit of his magic had suddenly vanished. Someone more used to the specific levels of magical energy in their body might immediately notice the difference. Emil? Nah.
It also doesn't help that Lisko is kind of a babbler anyway, so their incoherent mumblings to themselves aren't any indication. Also unhelpful -- Lalli works day and night, so not hearing from him for a few days isn't unheard of. The last time they talked things had seemed fine...no real indication that he was avoiding Emil because of some slight or anger, just living independently like Lalli often chose to do.
It's not until Emil tries to poke him about something -- he loses track of the stupid comment or inane question quickly -- when he realizes his telepathy abilities aren't able to reach Lalli at all. He pokes again and can't feel that connected energy that lets him know the broadcast is going through. He can't feel it at all.
Not being able to speak the same language is one of the thoughts that pops into Emil's head, but he's also visited by one that's a bit more pressing and vital to him: maybe he can't reach Lalli because Lalli isn't even fucking there anymore. Sorry if you happen to think his incredibly fervent and loud pounding against the shared apartment door is a monitor coming to drag you away, Ruby. At least his panicked screams of his boyfriend's name might sway that fear away. )
[He doesn't want to move. He doesn't want to crawl out from underneath the safety of his bed into a too-large, crowded room in a too-large, crowded building in a too-large, crowded city filled with people he can't understand in multiple ways and who look at him like he's a danger when all he's done is help. He doesn't want to address people that bang heavily against his door with no regard for those that just want to be left alone in the peace of silence!! Even if...it's a familiar voice calling his name...
It takes a while, but Lalli drags himself out and reluctantly gets to his feet. Forcing his arms to comply, he opens up the door to stare into the face of panic. Please be quiet, lovable idiot...]
( The look of panic immediately melts...Emil is simple. Lalli is still there, and that's the most important thing. He puts a hand on Lalli's shoulder and sighs, absolutely relieved. Still, why can't he feel him in his mind??? )
Thank goodness. I thought you'd disappeared somewhere. ( Emil looks at Lalli intently, trying to yet again try and push his way through with telepathy but not feeling he has the capacity. Lalli also looks forlorn -- more so than usual -- which might mean he can't telepathically send messages either. It's important to him, after all, so it could explain the melancholy? )
Can you feel that? Hear it at all? ( He's still trying to send something, anything through to no avail. It doesn't really upset him, if he's lost his telepathy, but it certainly is inconvenient and saddening for Lalli's sake. )
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hey. you awake?
[ HE SAYS TO THE GUY THAT WAS HAVING TROUBLE SLEEPING. shameless. ]
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Anyway, this particular person interrupting his useless scouting is welcome, since he was kind of looking forward to this anyway.]
I am.
It's you.
[th...anks...? for the clarification???]
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yup. it's me.
[ the only reason he isn't going to make a joke is because he's worried he'll set his bed on fire by accident. ]
couldn't get enough of me, huh?
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You contacted me.
[Stupid boy.]
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Not that he's paying that much attention, he's too busy talking. Now he's thinking, ) I wonder where Lalli's at right now. ( unconsciously telepathically asking him the question before it even dawns on him oh, right, just mind ping the guy. )
Lalli! Are you awake? -- Oh, of course you are. Where are you?
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No really, what the fuck is this thing that's happening, is he getting a contact high through a mental connection??? This is also some rude shit, tbh.]
...Why?
[YES, HE'S GOING TO BE CAUTIOUS FIRST, WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO TO HIM]
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Why? I guess I just wanted to know. Not like it matters since there's telepathy, but it's important information to be privy to, regardless! Maybe you're close by.
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( What does this loser want? Answer and find out!! )
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Emil.
[what are they doing]
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( He’s thinking this while trying to feed Lisko a french fry, how soft, how greasy. )
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whatever cursed day is a few days after the intro
Hooray! He made it in time!]
Looks like a ghost, right?
time is fake
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oh...?]
no but what is it
yeah fact
It's a turtle! Swimming. I don't think they go into cold water like where you're from?
[Yeah he knows fucking nothing about sea turtles and who knows if alien sea turtles count, but that's his Best Guess.]
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i'm doing presents now but pretend it's closer to the real holidate
Daichi is... definitely side-stepping around some kind of "why did you buy me a gift" "uhhhh" conversation, dropping this off while Lalli is not around, but it's fine! It's totally fine. There's a fairly simple paper gift bag, which is full of marshmallows.
Quite full. Some of them are fancy, but just in case, most of them are the ordinary, plain kind. On the gift bag's attached mini-card he's written Enjoy!!!! and his name.
This is, of course, written in Japanese, but how many people would give Lalli whole bags of marshmallows...?? He's trying his best.]
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A small note included with it reads: Dress Module: prevents damage to clothing. Effective under all known conditions.]
Sunsu
sunsu
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looks at past artistic ventures
...casually wonders if gifting it to Emil, who can actually draw, would be a bad thing to do because of friendship
fluffy scarf and candied fruit though, fuck yeah]
three days after sunsu
It's now or never though -- well, that's not true. But if he doesn't just get this over with and deal with whatever the repercussions may be, he'll probably go insane. )
Hey, where are you right now? ( Telepathy is probably a better option to start instead of just showing up at Lalli's apartment and getting a door in his face, or he's just out working instead. )
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When Emil reaches out, he accepts the connection with trepidation.]
...Just reported in with my boss. Why?
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( It was hard to think about how long this could go on. After they first arrived on the hub island and a bit into their time on Aimintas, their communication had been very stilted. At the time, that wasn't so difficult. Awkward and strange, but it didn't feel so...dire. Going a couple of weeks without talking to Lalli at this point would be scary. Very empty. )
I...don't want to do it through telepathy either. ( That might be easier, actually for him and Lalli both this time, but for once he's not interested in taking the easy way out of his problems. )
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backdated sunsu delivery!!
instead? he's going with a loose interpretation of practical. and that means that lalli is going to receive a giant basket, wrapped in plastic, that contains pots, pans, icing, spatulas and the works. it has a tiny little CAKE COOKBOOK in the midst of the fanfare and it has an impressive bow tied at the top. attached to the bow is a small tag.
cooking is a piece of cake. ♥ akira ]
let's just say day 199 or smth
It's been a couple of days since that stupid, horrible headache had come and gone, and Emil's magic intelligence isn't so well-honed that he'd notice a bit of his magic had suddenly vanished. Someone more used to the specific levels of magical energy in their body might immediately notice the difference. Emil? Nah.
It also doesn't help that Lisko is kind of a babbler anyway, so their incoherent mumblings to themselves aren't any indication. Also unhelpful -- Lalli works day and night, so not hearing from him for a few days isn't unheard of. The last time they talked things had seemed fine...no real indication that he was avoiding Emil because of some slight or anger, just living independently like Lalli often chose to do.
It's not until Emil tries to poke him about something -- he loses track of the stupid comment or inane question quickly -- when he realizes his telepathy abilities aren't able to reach Lalli at all. He pokes again and can't feel that connected energy that lets him know the broadcast is going through. He can't feel it at all.
Not being able to speak the same language is one of the thoughts that pops into Emil's head, but he's also visited by one that's a bit more pressing and vital to him: maybe he can't reach Lalli because Lalli isn't even fucking there anymore. Sorry if you happen to think his incredibly fervent and loud pounding against the shared apartment door is a monitor coming to drag you away, Ruby. At least his panicked screams of his boyfriend's name might sway that fear away. )
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It takes a while, but Lalli drags himself out and reluctantly gets to his feet. Forcing his arms to comply, he opens up the door to stare into the face of panic. Please be quiet, lovable idiot...]
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Thank goodness. I thought you'd disappeared somewhere. ( Emil looks at Lalli intently, trying to yet again try and push his way through with telepathy but not feeling he has the capacity. Lalli also looks forlorn -- more so than usual -- which might mean he can't telepathically send messages either. It's important to him, after all, so it could explain the melancholy? )
Can you feel that? Hear it at all? ( He's still trying to send something, anything through to no avail. It doesn't really upset him, if he's lost his telepathy, but it certainly is inconvenient and saddening for Lalli's sake. )
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