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[lalliho]

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[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.

[lalliho]

[mmmm... sorry hon, Night Dad isn’t sharing this one, either. Maybe if he gets another, he’ll split it.]

I meant the whole place. Busy city with busy people. Just because they look nice doesn’t mean they’re going to be nice, either... [That part was about the sweets.]

[enflame]

( Lisko is content with sniffing for now, don’t worry. Not to mention Day Dad is an idiot and just leaves boxes of shit open for lizard tongues to go poking through. )

It’s somewhat similar, yes. Mora certainly isn’t this advanced...maybe with a few more decades of elbow grease, it’d be possible. ( How the fuck can he ever go back to Mora after he’s been here? ) At least here maybe you can learn more about city things like we talked about!

( A lot of that conversation is sort of vague to Emil, but he remembers the important (to him) bits and pieces. )

[lalliho]

[He can live with snot particles.]

Mrh...? Oh. I guess.

[He’s not super thrilled about it now that the possibility is real... Learning more would be nice, but having to go out and experience those unfamiliar things in a real city like this...]

...How many credits did you spend on all this anyway?

[enflame]

( Emil slightly picks up on the more sullen tone, but then he’s asked a question. Hmm, let him add a few things up: )

I think 80 altogether. That includes the food, and that was barely anything. The cake cost the most. I can’t believe how reasonable everything is...

( He picks up the cake box in order to show it off in all its magnificence, which reveals the paperwork tucked in the bottom of the paper shopping bag. Oh! A nice reminder. )

Lalli, do you remember when we talked about your birthday that one time? ( The first time he got drunk and stupid, for clarification. )

[lalliho]

[80... 80 is a pretty big number, but all in all, he’s pretty sure it isn’t terribly damaging. Emil seems confident about it, and he’s surely far more familiar with money than Lalli. It should be fine...]

Um...?

[This was a while ago... Let him think...]

I...guess?

[enflame]

( lol that’s what you think )

I was thinking, recently. ( More like for months, but that’s a detail to leave out. ) You said you were born sometime when it was cooler, right? I thought maybe we could do something soon, but it’s not as if that dilapidated island has a lot of resources.

Wouldn’t this place be perfect for it?

[lalliho]

[yes, that is what he thinks!!!]

Oh... I don't know. I never really thought about it...?

[Time's been passing, that's clear, but... Hmn. What a weird thought. He'd never celebrated a birthday without his family or in Finland, the few times he did actually pay attention to it. Here...

...placing the remainder of the cookie on his mouth, he scoops Lisko up to cradle them.]

What would we even do?

[enflame]

( Fortunately he’s become more used to the telepathy-verbal switch thing. Not that he uses the telepathy a lot, even when that’s what he’s responded to with. )

Well...I was thinking the typical party-type things. Cake, people...the usual. ( But wait — he’s not stupid enough to forget there might be some disconnect between his usual and Lalli’s usual. ) What did you do for your birthday back home?

[lalliho]

[you gotta, when you talk to Lalli consistently.

Meanwhile...cake, people, the usual... Cake was definitely a part he didn't mind, but to the rest and the question, he only shrugs. Never been a big deal...]

[enflame]

( Emil pauses for a while, waiting for him to eventually say something. Maybe he doesn’t want to use telepathy......?? That doesn’t make sense. Nothing ever comes, so Emil continues on his own. )

Well, that’s the gist of it. I don’t know who you’d want to invite — Akira, I guess. Lisko is obvious...

Oh! And there are gifts of course. ( How could he forget that when he’s stabbed himself so many times with knitting needles for this feat? )

[lalliho]

I don't know. That sounds fine.

[He might...need a bigger nudge to get him to actually name names, because honestly just that is a nice list. This gift part is a little more interesting.]

Oh. Like what?

[why can't he just have it Now clearly already been thought about, give him stuff??? Also it's probably not his real birthday, so it's kinda strange, too... Hmn.]