[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. )
( Ow -- except not ow because it's just a shrimp, and it bounces off of his cheek with only a small dab of crumb stuck there. )
You did, though! You did eat it! ( Something about this is just...hilarious all of a sudden. Oh my god, he ate the crane. HE ALMOST SWALLOWED THAT PAPER CRANE. It's not meant to be insulting but all Emil can do is giggle immaturely.
Lalli is usually so...rigid? That when he does something goofy it's just so good. )
I'm sorry. ( He finally wipes off whatever shrimp grease is left on his face with the back of his hand. ) I don't know why that's so funny to me. I know you didn't mean to.
[He huffs, but it's more of an embarrassed sulk than actual anger... He has to admit, even through the laughter, the apology does soften how offensive it is. It's nice augh tee, too? Maybe.
But he doesn't have to tell Emil that. He just has to pick the shrimp up off the floor and eat it. Like a gremlin.]
[Both, in Lalli's mind, which is why he chuffs in dry amusement and leans in to eat it from Emil's hold. Maybe nipping at his fingertips as the gentlest form of punishment.]
( At least he's not talking about eating. Telepathy IS useful sometimes. )
I don't know. Probably not. ( That's...a lot of time and effort. Also a lot of these birds to lug around and he doesn't have the space. ) Can you imagine if you did it, though? If you made them all and you did get something you wanted?
( Sure, Emil isn't secure in magic just yet. But he does like positive whimsy, and that's essentially right up his alley. Magic with bones and spirits with a creepy crawlie vibe? Nnn give him a while. Disney-esque magic that's all about wish-fulfillment and your heart's desires? Much easier to swallow. )
What would you wish for, Lalli? If you could ask for whatever you wanted?
( That's no matter -- he still feels like he could talk for 30 years. )
I don't know if I could decide on one thing -- thus having to make several sets. If it was real, anyway.
At first I thought about something like going home -- but then I'd have to make another thousand so you could get home, which hopefully that wouldn't take too long. Also something like a neverending food supply so I'd never have to eat something disgusting again.
Then there's the language barrier issue...I couldn't decide on what to wish for with regards to that because I didn't know if I should wish that I would know Finnish or that you would know Swedish. There's also the possibility of choosing both languages. That way if you ever came to Sweden again and I knew Finnish-- or vice versa, of course -- we'd know what other people were saying, too. That makes things easier when it comes to getting around.
That's just up to five wishes -- five thousand of those birds! I thought of a lot of others...I guess folding some paper is a pretty small price to pay for things you want, but that's a lot if you don't even know if one wish will work.
( He finally takes a breath. Emil'd been tracing circles on his egg the whole time he was talking, but he finally stops and sighs. There were so many wishes he'd considered outside of these simple, obvious ones. )
[He lets him go on and on without a sound or change in expression to acknowledge the words, just slowly chewing. It's a lot of wishes...not much in the same vein of what he had been thinking. He doesn't really...want to keep thinking about what he was thinking.]
Do you think we can still study here? I haven't tried.
It's hard without resources, isn't it? Since we can only understand what other people say because of these, I think.
( Pointing to his signet. He tries not to think about the invasive thing, but he accidentally touches it -- woah what feels Weird. )
Who knows what these lizard things would sound like if that wasn't possible. I'm sure there aren't any books about language here outside of whatever they speak.
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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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I wasn't trying to eat it!
[Why do you think he's stupid!!! He's actually going to chuck the shrimp he was holding in his other hand -- the intended meal!! -- at Emil's face.]
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You did, though! You did eat it! ( Something about this is just...hilarious all of a sudden. Oh my god, he ate the crane. HE ALMOST SWALLOWED THAT PAPER CRANE. It's not meant to be insulting but all Emil can do is giggle immaturely.
Lalli is usually so...rigid? That when he does something goofy it's just so good. )
I'm sorry. ( He finally wipes off whatever shrimp grease is left on his face with the back of his hand. ) I don't know why that's so funny to me. I know you didn't mean to.
( Well...now he does. )
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But he doesn't have to tell Emil that. He just has to pick the shrimp up off the floor and eat it. Like a gremlin.]
Pshht.
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See? You have enough that you don't need to eat any floor food.
( Wagging the shrimp in Lalli's face -- is he being condescending or does he want him to eat it...both?? )
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I will eat what I want. Just not...not-food.
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( It's playful, though. Also don't bite his fingers you critter creature, it feels weird. Weird. )
Speaking of which, that means I have to make another one of these things. I don't think I can salvage that -- or that I want to.
( That shameful construction paper lump is sitting there on the floor still...yeah, that bird will never fly again. )
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Nn? You're really going to make a thousand...?
[Emil barely believes in magic...]
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I don't know. Probably not. ( That's...a lot of time and effort. Also a lot of these birds to lug around and he doesn't have the space. ) Can you imagine if you did it, though? If you made them all and you did get something you wanted?
( Sure, Emil isn't secure in magic just yet. But he does like positive whimsy, and that's essentially right up his alley. Magic with bones and spirits with a creepy crawlie vibe? Nnn give him a while. Disney-esque magic that's all about wish-fulfillment and your heart's desires? Much easier to swallow. )
What would you wish for, Lalli? If you could ask for whatever you wanted?
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I don't know if I could decide on one thing -- thus having to make several sets. If it was real, anyway.
At first I thought about something like going home -- but then I'd have to make another thousand so you could get home, which hopefully that wouldn't take too long. Also something like a neverending food supply so I'd never have to eat something disgusting again.
Then there's the language barrier issue...I couldn't decide on what to wish for with regards to that because I didn't know if I should wish that I would know Finnish or that you would know Swedish. There's also the possibility of choosing both languages. That way if you ever came to Sweden again and I knew Finnish-- or vice versa, of course -- we'd know what other people were saying, too. That makes things easier when it comes to getting around.
That's just up to five wishes -- five thousand of those birds! I thought of a lot of others...I guess folding some paper is a pretty small price to pay for things you want, but that's a lot if you don't even know if one wish will work.
( He finally takes a breath. Emil'd been tracing circles on his egg the whole time he was talking, but he finally stops and sighs. There were so many wishes he'd considered outside of these simple, obvious ones. )
It's all a big if, anyway.
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Do you think we can still study here? I haven't tried.
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( Pointing to his signet. He tries not to think about the invasive thing, but he accidentally touches it -- woah what feels Weird. )
Who knows what these lizard things would sound like if that wasn't possible. I'm sure there aren't any books about language here outside of whatever they speak.
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Blub blub blub.
[lizard speak]
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I was thinking of something along the lines of a hissing sound. Sssssssssssssss, but words.
( that's a snake you moron )
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[Like a distorted croak?]
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( It fits with that claw clicking sound they make. )
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[Yes, this has been a great conversation. Much better than hypothetical, heartbreaking wishes.]
The big Danish one spoke like a frog.
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( Like...who even understands Danish people? Can they understand each other? That's a miracle.
Did that Danish guy even have a name?? ) I think I understood what he was saying about as much as you did.
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[Seems plausible, even if it was harder to judge when all the words jumbled together into a verbal nonsense pile.]
That's something. I guess.
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