( Oh my god reading about the human heart based on what lizards think...good luck, Lal. )
Oh, being sick? Medical things like that can be complicated. You should talk to a doctor -- I know one! I can ask him for you if you like. It's easier to make someone else deal with all those long, useless words than reading them for yourself.
Do you think it's a heart condition, though? That's pretty extreme.( Insert symbolism joke here. Emil also might not know car-dye-oh-vas-cu-layer but he knows your heart is pretty important, pumping blood and whatnot. )
[I mean, most of Lalli's knowledge of the heart has to do with taking apart animal corpses, so hearing what a more animalistic people's perspective of the human heart is is...fitting.]
Mrh... I don't really know. I talked about it a little with someone. It sounds like it wasn't a sickness? Just a...thing people have. Some of us. My heart felt funny about it sometimes, I guess.
Oh...that doesn't sound as serious, then.( Which he means that in a "thank goodness you're not going to have a heart attack" way, not a "lol no big deal then, later" way. )I'll still ask Dr. Mathis about it anyway.
( Spoilers: he...30% did. Maybe he'll revisit the topic when he's not under some influence. )
I hope you really are hungry. This is a lot of shrimp. Who knew these little things could be so heavy?( Most of the weight is actually the egg he's carrying around, but. )I'm sure I'll be there soon -- oh, I don't have napkins. I hope we don't get any shrimp on the books. Who knows if the lizards get angry about that sort of thing.
He's got an undercurrent of annoyed buzzing, but at the same time he sort of agrees... And it's nice that Emil is taking an interest? Never mind that he's far more interested in shrimp. To be fair, his growling stomach suggests that he is, too.]
( Wow, who's rude now? Hold on, though -- he's at the library. Hello old buddy, old pal. )
Wow. This is a lot of books. ( Honestly he's genuinely impressed, wondering how much stuff like this would go for back home. So many pristine books all in one place.
That's over quickly, though, as his brain is still running on liquid energy. True babble juice. )
Anyway, here's your shrimp. ( He shrugs off his jacket, removing the rolled up sack that he'd been keeping warm inside his covered egg pouch. Emil tosses it to him, though it doesn't have to travel very far seeing as how he's now sitting cross-legged next to Lalli and his reading selections. ) Found out anything interesting?
["Anyway, here's your shrimp" is the most romantic thing he's said so far. Lalli raises an eyebrow, shutting the textbook and setting it aside before he really digs into this food nonsense, which is wise because he's not paying a ton of attention as he waves off the topic.]
No. All the books I try to read are really hard, but these are even worse.
[maybe because he picks out textbooks, ANYWAY, he leans to try and see how the egg is doing before going back to his meal. He really has gotten hungry.]
( Ew...not that Emil's hungry anymore since he already ate his own fill of shrimp, but just thinking about it turns his squeamish stomach. How can Lalli think about that kind of thing and then gorge himself...a mystery. )
If you don't think it's a sickness, I don't know that whatever was wrong with you would be in there. That's all sick people, medical stuff. Too much jargon and lingo. ( Also gross ass pictures of body parts and stuff. Nasty. ) Though I don't know what books you'd be better off looking at. It's hard since we don't know what actually was wrong.
( Emil talks while he takes out his egg, nestling it in his leg-lap. ) It's been a while since it happened, so at this point I doubt it will be a repeating occurrence.
( Hmmm an interesting development. ) Did it? I didn't know you weren't the only one.
Strange things seem to happen here when you drink and eat certain things. ( Oblivious to being the pot in this situation. He does recall, though, eating a roll and setting a shirt he'd just bought on fire. ) Did you do either of those beforehand?
[He won't go into how it's different because they didn't have whatever thing he had and Akira's sister had. He really needs to ask him what the name of that is again... And then maybe write it down. And find books about it.
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No. I had a meal, but it wasn't different. I thought it was something the Uvi did during the attack. [Now that he's considering this, though...] How are you feeling?
( Maybe one day Emil will learn about it (spoilers: he did) and not be so ignorant of things like this (spoilers: to be determined but he's a good boy so).
Lalli has an intriguing point, though -- maybe the Uvi were responsible. All he really saw them do was throw water around and make weird breathing noises...outside of killing Palai, anyway. Eesh. Maybe Lalli got splashed with some weird magic water? He wasn't wet when he found him, so....square one. )
Me? I'm fine. I feel great, actually. No strange illness or anything. I've been pretty busy trying to keep this egg warm, so tired if I'm anything.
( Even if nothing about him reads as weary or sleepy. He's afraid of heating the Palai egg with magic too often and creating some kind of cooked Palai baby, so staying outside and swaddling it have been his go-to methods. )
How have you been? I know I see you every day, but it's still nice to check in.
No. It was disgusting so I poured it out. Much worse than what they have back home, and even that's hard to swallow. Maybe I have one of the bottles they were handing out; I don't remember.
( Getting drunk with Lalli...that would be an Experience. )
Harder to judge...why do you say that? ( While he's asking, he turns the bag he was carrying the egg in upside down. Hopefully no one slipped a glass, flask-like bottle in there with a delicate egg -- nope, no dice. All that comes out are a rolled up sweater, his uniform gloves and about a dozen weathered paper cranes.
They can drink together some other time -- hopefully something that doesn't taste like maggoty-fruit and rubbing alcohol. )
[Alright, can't investigate that, then. At least he can be secure in his I'M RIGHT, I'M ALWAYS RIGHT, PROVE THAT I'M NOT.]
Mrrrh... [Thinking... Judging Emil for his bag contents, what even is this...? With his free hand, he picks up one of the cranes and turns it over between his fingers.] I don't know. Nothing's the same. Maybe "fine" isn't the same as back home. Are these some kind of talisman...?
( That's...a little too vague for his mind to parse right now. It'd be a little too vague for his mind totally uninhibited, too. The question is much simpler to process. )
A talisman? No -- well, sort of I suppose. They're paper birds that you fold, and once you have a thousand of them you can get a wish granted. It's childish and all, I also don't know the logistics of how this wish granting is supposed to work, but it's a fun thing to think about. Making them isn't half bad either, and I'm pretty good at it!
( You maybe can't tell based on the state of them -- they were crumpled underneath an egg, after all -- but they aren't terribly constructed for a first-timer. He'll eventually make more that aren't so damaged. )
[One day he'll either get a wider vocabulary, feel like taking a long time to explain his feelings fully, or both. Not today! But a future day, statistically. In the meantime, sloooowly raising an eyebrow at this news. That's...some talisman. For a bunch of crumpled, folded papers.]
Birds...
[He holds it up while reaching for another shrimp.]
...You choosing to do some kind of magic thing is weird.
( Emil hadn't honestly connected two and two together that it was actually some magical thing. It was just a silly thing to do with the Palai kids and it became a quick hobby from there. )
It's magic? I'm not sure if it's that serious -- they're just a fun, quick thing to make. ( Emil picks one up and begins to unfold it as best he can. ) I don't think you actually get to make a wish afterward since it's a children's story, but isn't it fun to think about wishes anyway? I can't decide on just one...I'd have to make several thousand.
If it was real, anyway. ( And if he wouldn't get a litle put off the first time he got a papercut. )
There's a lot of magic in children's stories. I learned a lot that way.
[But hmmn, thinking more abstractly...] I guess it could be...like determination. You do that, you can make your own wish come true. Pfh, that's pretty stupid.
[Much less impressive, even if it's a "nicer" resolution, he mentally gripes as he goes to pop another shrimp in his mouth.]
( OH MY GOD THIS DISTRACTED IDIOT BOY.... Emil flinches away instinctively as whatever Lalli decieded to choke on flies out of his mouth and onto the ground. Holy shit. )
You can't eat them! ( HE HAS NO IDEA IF HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT...HOW ELSE COULD THAT HAVE JUST HAPPENED?? He's leaving that there; despite his commitment to parenthood he's still not touching gross shit. Here's a gift for you, library lizards. You're welcome. )
Are you alright!? ( You're a gross, hacky boy but he still wants to know. )
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Meanwhile, Emil can't decide how much shrimp constitutes enough shrimp so he just gets a big bag and shoves a bunch in. Perfect. Time to motor. )
What are some of the words; maybe I know them! I'll dust off the old academic vocabulary.
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Car-dye-oh-vas-cu-layer.
[unsure...]
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I know what a car is, and layer is obvious, but no idea about the rest of it. Probably not important.
( Who needs blood vessels??? Useless tbh. He's like halfway there, thank god for tagging flex time. )
What sort of book is this anyway? The title, for instance.
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[THIS IS THE WORST]
...I'm trying to figure out what happened to me. The...weird stuff.
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Oh, being sick? Medical things like that can be complicated. You should talk to a doctor -- I know one! I can ask him for you if you like. It's easier to make someone else deal with all those long, useless words than reading them for yourself.
Do you think it's a heart condition, though? That's pretty extreme. ( Insert symbolism joke here. Emil also might not know car-dye-oh-vas-cu-layer but he knows your heart is pretty important, pumping blood and whatnot. )
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Mrh... I don't really know. I talked about it a little with someone. It sounds like it wasn't a sickness? Just a...thing people have. Some of us. My heart felt funny about it sometimes, I guess.
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Oh...that doesn't sound as serious, then. ( Which he means that in a "thank goodness you're not going to have a heart attack" way, not a "lol no big deal then, later" way. ) I'll still ask Dr. Mathis about it anyway.
( Spoilers: he...30% did. Maybe he'll revisit the topic when he's not under some influence. )
I hope you really are hungry. This is a lot of shrimp. Who knew these little things could be so heavy? ( Most of the weight is actually the egg he's carrying around, but. ) I'm sure I'll be there soon -- oh, I don't have napkins. I hope we don't get any shrimp on the books. Who knows if the lizards get angry about that sort of thing.
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He's got an undercurrent of annoyed buzzing, but at the same time he sort of agrees... And it's nice that Emil is taking an interest? Never mind that he's far more interested in shrimp. To be fair, his growling stomach suggests that he is, too.]
We wouldn't. You might.
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Wow. This is a lot of books. ( Honestly he's genuinely impressed, wondering how much stuff like this would go for back home. So many pristine books all in one place.
That's over quickly, though, as his brain is still running on liquid energy. True babble juice. )
Anyway, here's your shrimp. ( He shrugs off his jacket, removing the rolled up sack that he'd been keeping warm inside his covered egg pouch. Emil tosses it to him, though it doesn't have to travel very far seeing as how he's now sitting cross-legged next to Lalli and his reading selections. ) Found out anything interesting?
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No. All the books I try to read are really hard, but these are even worse.
[maybe because he picks out textbooks, ANYWAY, he leans to try and see how the egg is doing before going back to his meal. He really has gotten hungry.]
Lots of muscle and organ and blood talk.
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If you don't think it's a sickness, I don't know that whatever was wrong with you would be in there. That's all sick people, medical stuff. Too much jargon and lingo. ( Also gross ass pictures of body parts and stuff. Nasty. ) Though I don't know what books you'd be better off looking at. It's hard since we don't know what actually was wrong.
( Emil talks while he takes out his egg, nestling it in his leg-lap. ) It's been a while since it happened, so at this point I doubt it will be a repeating occurrence.
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Hn. Maybe. It happened to other people, though, I guess? Or something like it.
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Strange things seem to happen here when you drink and eat certain things. ( Oblivious to being the pot in this situation. He does recall, though, eating a roll and setting a shirt he'd just bought on fire. ) Did you do either of those beforehand?
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[He won't go into how it's different because they didn't have whatever thing he had and Akira's sister had. He really needs to ask him what the name of that is again... And then maybe write it down. And find books about it.
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No. I had a meal, but it wasn't different. I thought it was something the Uvi did during the attack. [Now that he's considering this, though...] How are you feeling?
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Lalli has an intriguing point, though -- maybe the Uvi were responsible. All he really saw them do was throw water around and make weird breathing noises...outside of killing Palai, anyway. Eesh. Maybe Lalli got splashed with some weird magic water? He wasn't wet when he found him, so....square one. )
Me? I'm fine. I feel great, actually. No strange illness or anything. I've been pretty busy trying to keep this egg warm, so tired if I'm anything.
( Even if nothing about him reads as weary or sleepy. He's afraid of heating the Palai egg with magic too often and creating some kind of cooked Palai baby, so staying outside and swaddling it have been his go-to methods. )
How have you been? I know I see you every day, but it's still nice to check in.
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Aha. Do you still have the...gross drink?
[no reason ahem]
I'm...fine. I guess. It's become harder to judge, but yes, I think I'm fine.
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( Getting drunk with Lalli...that would be an Experience. )
Harder to judge...why do you say that? ( While he's asking, he turns the bag he was carrying the egg in upside down. Hopefully no one slipped a glass, flask-like bottle in there with a delicate egg -- nope, no dice. All that comes out are a rolled up sweater, his uniform gloves and about a dozen weathered paper cranes.
They can drink together some other time -- hopefully something that doesn't taste like maggoty-fruit and rubbing alcohol. )
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Mrrrh... [Thinking... Judging Emil for his bag contents, what even is this...? With his free hand, he picks up one of the cranes and turns it over between his fingers.] I don't know. Nothing's the same. Maybe "fine" isn't the same as back home. Are these some kind of talisman...?
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A talisman? No -- well, sort of I suppose. They're paper birds that you fold, and once you have a thousand of them you can get a wish granted. It's childish and all, I also don't know the logistics of how this wish granting is supposed to work, but it's a fun thing to think about. Making them isn't half bad either, and I'm pretty good at it!
( You maybe can't tell based on the state of them -- they were crumpled underneath an egg, after all -- but they aren't terribly constructed for a first-timer. He'll eventually make more that aren't so damaged. )
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Birds...
[He holds it up while reaching for another shrimp.]
...You choosing to do some kind of magic thing is weird.
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It's magic? I'm not sure if it's that serious -- they're just a fun, quick thing to make. ( Emil picks one up and begins to unfold it as best he can. ) I don't think you actually get to make a wish afterward since it's a children's story, but isn't it fun to think about wishes anyway? I can't decide on just one...I'd have to make several thousand.
If it was real, anyway. ( And if he wouldn't get a litle put off the first time he got a papercut. )
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There's a lot of magic in children's stories. I learned a lot that way.
[But hmmn, thinking more abstractly...] I guess it could be...like determination. You do that, you can make your own wish come true. Pfh, that's pretty stupid.
[Much less impressive, even if it's a "nicer" resolution, he mentally gripes as he goes to pop another shrimp in his mouth.]
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That...was not...
[There is now a wad of soggy paper next to Emil's leg.]
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You can't eat them! ( HE HAS NO IDEA IF HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE BUT...HOW ELSE COULD THAT HAVE JUST HAPPENED?? He's leaving that there; despite his commitment to parenthood he's still not touching gross shit. Here's a gift for you, library lizards. You're welcome. )
Are you alright!? ( You're a gross, hacky boy but he still wants to know. )
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