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[lalliho]

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[enflame]

Weird? ...Yes. I don’t think it’s a bad weird, so much as a...bashful weird. If you’re worried about her bothering you, I doubt she will.

[lalliho]

[Bashful weird...]

I wasn't worried. But I think I scare her.

[enflame]

She’s sort of shy? ( An understatement. ) Very jumpy. Don’t take it too personally. I don’t think she’s very good with strangers, after all.

( Also Lalli is a critter sometimes, that could be part of it. )

[lalliho]

Hn.

[He doesn't either, but...........

Oh well. It doesn't matter.]

What about you, then?

[enflame]

Oh, I’m living with Akira. Also a dog-person and someone named...A2. That may be the room name, though.

( Because how is your name literally A2, what the fuck )

[lalliho]

[WHAT!!!]

That isn't fair.

[enflame]

What isn’t? Would you rather live with Akira?

( That would also mean living with a dog and something one letter away from being a bingo square. )

[lalliho]

You and Akira are my only friends. Why do I have to be over here with these two weird girls when you two are over there? And A2 is probably a metal person, that sounds fine.

[He's pretty Unsure about that dog dude, though, Helped him kill a boar once?]

[enflame]

There’s another girl? Either way, you can stay over regardless. Anytime you want! ( His room, his rules. ) There’s not a bedroom open, but it’s not like you would need one.

[lalliho]

If I need to use a bed for some reason, I'll just make you share.

[ w i n k

but anyway:] She's more like a woman, I guess. I don't remember seeing her before.

[She didn't hang out with Emil at all, so she wasn't important.]

[enflame]

( That’s usually how Emil personally categorizes importance. And also bedsharing...Lalli hasn’t wanted to do that since The Incident, so that’s something of note. Not that he’s saying he WANTS to, but that it’s an option at all is not very Lalli-like in Emil’s book.

...Anyway, what was the question? )

Oh, and Lisko is here too! I’m feeding them right now. ( They’ve discovered that French fries are fun to slurp like spaghetti...Lisko, you’re a mess. )

[lalliho]

[If he asked for clarification, it might make him feel better to know that Lalli is mostly thinking of kicking Emil out. Because he's a jackass.]

Of course they're there. If they weren't you'd have cried and made me look for them already.

[enflame]

( No clarification needed, his brain has already moved on to other, less questionable-feeling things. )

Do you want to come help me feed them. or not? ( AKA no comment. )

[lalliho]

[Pfh. Look at this rude boy, ignoring him!!!!]

Okay.

[yeah he doesn't actually care, he'll be down in a bit.]

[enflame]

( Yeah, yeah, rude boy right back at you.

Emil’s not going anywhere — just continuing to hold fries in front of his lizard, clickity clacking against the kitchen counter’s surface while he dangles the food for them to snap at. They’re both amused, it’s cool.

There are still fries left for you Lalli!! The door opens whenever he knocks or scratches or does whatever he does. )

Hi. ( When you know someone pretty well and expect them and also have telepathy so greetings are more awkward than they should be. Also, Emil isn’t really comfortable enough yet to think of this as “his place” so it’s. Weird. ) Come in?

[lalliho]

[First of all, he deffo scratches, especially since this isn't just an Emil space. Secondly, he only grunts in greeting, but it's paired with a soft mental pulse. You can rip telepathy from his cold dead...grey matter, I guess. And thirdly, Lalli snatches up a fry pretty much immediately.]

What is this?

[It's...very quickly mush because he decides he doesn't like this tepid potato stick very much and takes it back out to set on the counter. This is your gross dude, Emil. Love him.]

[enflame]

( God...he will and then occasionally wonder why. )

Some sort of fried potato. I’m not a fan, but Lisko likes them. ( He sits at one of the counter stools, wagging it in the air above the lizard’s lowered head; they had to pause their potato slurping to excitedly clack in Lalalala’s direction. Their attention is soon recaptured and the fry is gone quickly, slurped up without even chewing.

Truthfully, these are horrible table manners, but Emil finds it extremely funny so let them live. )

[lalliho]

[he can tell it's potato, Emil, he's eaten enough potatoes in his lifetime.]

Psh... They might even like the weird candle soup we ate.

[because it was DEFINITELY candle soup and this fry was gross.]

[enflame]

( He asked and he told him, dang!!! )

I’d like to hope they have some standards. This is still food at least.

( Unoccupied by fried food, Lisko returns to eyeing Lalli lovingly, continuously licking their lips to get rid of the excess salt. Standing up, they open their claws to him in a gesture of greeting. )

Have you gone out at all? I’ve already been around the city once. ( As evident by the wrapped up fast food and bakery boxes. )

[lalliho]

[He gives the tiniest little smile and mirrors opening his fingers like them. Hiii, baby.]

Mmn. A little. There were a lot of people, so a girl bought me a cake.

[…There were other parts to that, but not very many.]

[enflame]

Well, that was nice of her. I guess that means you won’t want any of this, though.

( Excuse Emil while he opens a treasure trove of baklava, cookies and a whole frosted cake he bought. He couldn’t help himself, it was so cheap and so inviting. Don’t ask him what half the fruit on that cake is, he has no fucking idea. There’s a slice missing from the cake already — Lisko likes whatever the round green things are. )

[lalliho]

[...on automatic, his hand reaches out. Feed Him.]

[enflame]

( His remark wasn’t even sarcastic or knowing — although he should be used to Lalli’s passion for eating at this point. He looks from the outstretched hand to Lalli’s face.

....Slowly....putting a cookie in his hand...it’s an artisan double chocolate cookie; enjoy. )

[lalliho]

[holy fuck..........now he can hear the gods again, the clouds have cleared, life is good.

And now he hops up onto the counter to sit beside Lisko while he munches.]

...It's like Mora.

[enflame]

( Lisko crawls the top half of their body onto Lalli’s thighs, sniffing the cookie as he eats it. Day Dad wasn’t so generous as to give them a cookie for all their travel stress. )

Between you and me, this place is better than Mora bakeries. ( This is whispered so as not to be accidentally heard by the hypothetical Gods of Swedish national pride. ) Half of the things in there I don’t even know what they are — more than half! — but they look sensational.