[Okay, okay small baby, do as you will. Lalli waits for Lisko to settle in again, then gives an approving hum and tips his head so he can watch Emil from his odd perch.]
Yeah. Facts...
[You'd think so. He thinks it's nice that Emil thinks so. Between knowing he was good and his job and knowing he had idiot doki doki feelings for him, the job one was much more important. Lalli lets his gaze fall again, and he gently smoothes his thumb along the bridge of Lisko's nose and brow in what he feels would be a soothing manner, but his comforts are a little different than a lizards, or anyone else's.]
You work hard, too. You're not as good at some stuff, but you don't stop trying because of it. You're getting a lot better with your magic, or you...were. When you could actually practice.
( Luckily Lisko enjoys it, closing their eyes and nodding slightly. Snoot rubs are always welcome. )
Oh...thanks. ( It was definitely true that he hadn't been able to use his magic much, but he was considerably better at controlling it now. It did spark up at the slightest emotional stir and he couldn't remember the last time he set something on fire on accident. Despite Emil's low tier understanding and shaky respect for magic, he does know that Lalli's Pro Magic praise is something to be proud of.
Shehui might be kind of shitty when it comes to magic, it's also a really good city. Modern, technologically advanced and seemingly safe if you keep your head down and your magic concealed -- something likely easier for Emil than Lalli, at least when it comes to being emotionally connected to it as a concept. But...being together is a bigger idea than just being in Shehui. )
...This is going to be interesting to explain when we finally go home. ( Something about "hi, we're dating" seems harder to truly describe than world hopping magical alien shit, somehow. )
( Wow, thrown to the wolves!! Lisko flops with him, disgruntled, and crawls over to Emil who seems more twitchy than floppy. Speaking of Day Dad, he props up the newly melted Lalli. )
I can't say anything to your cousin! You have to do that! ( He's pondering how his boyfriend's crybaby family member will react to this mess. )
[noooo let him flop!! Lalli huffs, mouth walking a thin line between a frown and a pout.]
No I don't. I don't even know if he'll talk to me. [Like, it literally took him a second to realize Emil was talking about Onni and not his other cousin, who is super dead. This is how much he doesn't have to bring it up.] He's not stupid, anyway, he can figure it out later, after everything.
( Hmm...well, alright. He doesn't really understand this relationship, but it seems to be an odd one. There won't be any pressing, but it's...interesting.
His poor noodle boy. Emil does his best to juggle the weight of the flopping with Lisko trying to crawl up his sweater. Good lord. )
Fine, fine...who knows when that will happen, anyway. ( And, despite it being something to consider, it's also not even the biggest hurdle to handle. ) In the meantime...we can learn more things. More words...
( Yeah, since that'll come in handy sooner than they think.......... )
[Sighhh, yeah, he...knows. He knows that time and time again, their friendship had been threatened by the language barrier between them causing misunderstandings and hopeless lulls. But...]
Okay. But that doesn't help me know what to learn or teach. How am I supposed to know what I'm going to want to communicate later? I don't even know what I want to say now. That's another reason why telepathy is easier...
( Despite their growing vocabulary, neither of them are linguists with the ability to give someone fluency. Obviously the topic has been brought up before, but the sudden urgency felt is new. )
I hope we can keep it, but... ( Well, even leaving isn't some kind of guarantee. His brain glosses over that, though, because uhh...there's no way they're not going home, what are you talking about. ) I guess we just take it a word at a time. From there we can figure out how to connect it all together. The big words are what matter the most. Even if it's just a few a day we pick out...
( Yeah, it's hard to be general about it. Specifics are easier, but picking which specific words...hmm. The situation colors his mind a little, so his request isn't necessarily practical, but it's important?? )
[Important indeed, so Emil doesn't get a judging look, just a hum. Lalli's tone is distracted at first, just accomplishing the task of translating.]
Pidän sinusta.
[And then softer, as he reaches up to lightly brushes his fingers against Emil 's cheek, just barely moving someof his hair away,] Pidän sinusta. I like you.
( wow @ this gay onslaught. Lalli doing things like this is still something of a shock to Emil's senses, especially when he's so soft and calm. His eyes can't help but widen slightly. Remembering that phrase will be impossible for now, especially since he's a little awestruck at this display of affection.
Since the door has been opened, Emil revisits his previous gesture -- albeit a bit more in terms of skin coverage. He lets his hand comb through a bit of Lalli's hair, stopping at Lalli's cheek. This is so comfortable...not like a big pillow or a nice blanket, but a true sense of being at ease that he can feel through his entire body. )
[His fingers falter at the touch, sliding down to rest on Emil’s shoulder and steady the rest of him as he gives in over to the sensation. It’s like warmth is injected through him, sending his nerves into a tingling state, at something so simple. Freaky. Nice. Thankfully not so completely distracting that he goes deaf to Emil’s translation, even as he leans into the touch. Being a mirrored gestures made him far more prepared for the hit these things three at him.]
( It's certainly good to see that Lalli isn't immediately flinching or put off by the touch, which makes him ease a bit more -- as much as he can ease when Lisko has wrapped their snoot into his sweater and is tugging at it intermittently. Child, please.
Also, don't ruin this moment you Finnish fiend. )
To you, maybe. Pidän sinusta...how right is that? ( Answer: Not Very )
[He settles in again, shifting off to the side some so Lisko still has plenty of space to noodle around, but he gets to relax against this lovely idiot. Couldn't even say something so simple...]
Pidän sinusta. Hn, I feel like I could fall asleep here... I wish I could.
( That dotty A always seems to give him trouble when he's trying to say it all Finnish-like. He mumbles the phrase a few times to himself, emphasizing different syllables and parts of the word...they all sound good to him, so that's something. )
Well...I don't mind if you rest. ( That's sort of awkward when you're sitting on the edge of the bed, though...Emil unclasps Lalli's hand and moves his other away from his face to scoot closer to the wall. Lisko's snoot is also helpfully removed from his sweater, which they're none too happy about -- their discontent is voiced via rolling onto their buck and huffing, suddenly rigid.
Once he's against the wall, Emil looks at Lalli for a second, a little dumbfounded looking...it's still kind of hard to accept this shit as Real. Pat, pat, take the seat next to him, boyfriend. )
[He does take the invitation to get more comfortable, already feeling like his bones and the air were fluid, but instead of laying himself across the bed or Emil's lap, he hums and leans over to inspect this grumpy dead lizard.]
Mm.
[He can't sleep anyway, so resting and pretending like he can sounds...a little pointless. Instead it's time for light, ticklish pats on Lisko's belly.]
Lisko tries their best to keep their composure, but their feet kick on impulse and a gurgle sticks in their throat. Let them be bratty!! Where's their attention? )
What are you doing...? ( This applies to either of them. )
( Yes, how dare their dads not fawn over them at any available moment. Their little lizard heart has barely withstood the peril of the last couple of days. That's why their defenses are so low, as their tail begins to swing in spite of their stubbornness...tummy tickles are the best.
-- Aw, what the hell. In a moment, Lisko lets their metaphorical hair down and fully enjoys the sensation, babbling laughter and a violently swinging tail included. )
Business as usual, then. ( That's the Lisko Emil knows. He watches their happy wriggling with his knees tucked into his chest. He's missed his little lizard... )
[Satisfied --and relieved beyond reason that Lisko can't hold a grudge the same way he can -- he scoops Lisko up with a grunt and falls back against Emil's side.]
They're so heavy. I won't be able to do this, soon.
[But for now he can. He can cuddle this weird lizard and nose against their scaly skin. Breathe in their scent. Exhale out the warmth of his affection for them and their other "dad". Pfft. A creepy thought, now. Too fast.]
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Yeah. Facts...
[You'd think so. He thinks it's nice that Emil thinks so. Between knowing he was good and his job and knowing he had idiot doki doki feelings for him, the job one was much more important. Lalli lets his gaze fall again, and he gently smoothes his thumb along the bridge of Lisko's nose and brow in what he feels would be a soothing manner, but his comforts are a little different than a lizards, or anyone else's.]
You work hard, too. You're not as good at some stuff, but you don't stop trying because of it. You're getting a lot better with your magic, or you...were. When you could actually practice.
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Oh...thanks. ( It was definitely true that he hadn't been able to use his magic much, but he was considerably better at controlling it now. It did spark up at the slightest emotional stir and he couldn't remember the last time he set something on fire on accident. Despite Emil's low tier understanding and shaky respect for magic, he does know that Lalli's Pro Magic praise is something to be proud of.
Shehui might be kind of shitty when it comes to magic, it's also a really good city. Modern, technologically advanced and seemingly safe if you keep your head down and your magic concealed -- something likely easier for Emil than Lalli, at least when it comes to being emotionally connected to it as a concept. But...being together is a bigger idea than just being in Shehui. )
...This is going to be interesting to explain when we finally go home. ( Something about "hi, we're dating" seems harder to truly describe than world hopping magical alien shit, somehow. )
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I'll leave it to you.
[BECAUSE HA HA, FUCK. This is where you've chosen to lay your affections.]
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I can't say anything to your cousin! You have to do that! ( He's pondering how his boyfriend's crybaby family member will react to this mess. )
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No I don't. I don't even know if he'll talk to me. [Like, it literally took him a second to realize Emil was talking about Onni and not his other cousin, who is super dead. This is how much he doesn't have to bring it up.] He's not stupid, anyway, he can figure it out later, after everything.
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His poor noodle boy. Emil does his best to juggle the weight of the flopping with Lisko trying to crawl up his sweater. Good lord. )
Fine, fine...who knows when that will happen, anyway. ( And, despite it being something to consider, it's also not even the biggest hurdle to handle. ) In the meantime...we can learn more things. More words...
( Yeah, since that'll come in handy sooner than they think.......... )
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What, like, "no, stupid captain, I don't want to talk about it"?
[Romantic. Okay, let him stop being quite so grumpy noodle-y.]
Hnn. What kind of things should I be saying to you...? I wouldn't know where to start learning, for this.
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It's not really about specific words, but just...everything in general. So when we leave, it's easier.
( At the same time, specific words would be nice to hear, but that's a different rabbit hole that may cause a gay explosion. )
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Okay. But that doesn't help me know what to learn or teach. How am I supposed to know what I'm going to want to communicate later? I don't even know what I want to say now. That's another reason why telepathy is easier...
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I hope we can keep it, but... ( Well, even leaving isn't some kind of guarantee. His brain glosses over that, though, because uhh...there's no way they're not going home, what are you talking about. ) I guess we just take it a word at a time. From there we can figure out how to connect it all together. The big words are what matter the most. Even if it's just a few a day we pick out...
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I don't mind it. I'm good at it anyway. I just...don't know what to make sure we know.
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How do you say 'I like you' in Finnish?
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Pidän sinusta.
[And then softer, as he reaches up to lightly brushes his fingers against Emil 's cheek, just barely moving someof his hair away,] Pidän sinusta. I like you.
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Since the door has been opened, Emil revisits his previous gesture -- albeit a bit more in terms of skin coverage. He lets his hand comb through a bit of Lalli's hair, stopping at Lalli's cheek. This is so comfortable...not like a big pillow or a nice blanket, but a true sense of being at ease that he can feel through his entire body. )
Jag tycker om dig. I like you.
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Jag tycker om dig. Mine’s easier.
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Also, don't ruin this moment you Finnish fiend. )
To you, maybe. Pidän sinusta...how right is that? ( Answer: Not Very )
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You're so bad at this.
[He won't find it so funny later, but for now? Lalli's on top of the world.]
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( the mood ruiner ball is in his court )
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[He settles in again, shifting off to the side some so Lisko still has plenty of space to noodle around, but he gets to relax against this lovely idiot. Couldn't even say something so simple...]
Pidän sinusta. Hn, I feel like I could fall asleep here... I wish I could.
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Well...I don't mind if you rest. ( That's sort of awkward when you're sitting on the edge of the bed, though...Emil unclasps Lalli's hand and moves his other away from his face to scoot closer to the wall. Lisko's snoot is also helpfully removed from his sweater, which they're none too happy about -- their discontent is voiced via rolling onto their buck and huffing, suddenly rigid.
Once he's against the wall, Emil looks at Lalli for a second, a little dumbfounded looking...it's still kind of hard to accept this shit as Real. Pat, pat, take the seat next to him, boyfriend. )
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Mm.
[He can't sleep anyway, so resting and pretending like he can sounds...a little pointless. Instead it's time for light, ticklish pats on Lisko's belly.]
Heeey. Stop that.
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Lisko tries their best to keep their composure, but their feet kick on impulse and a gurgle sticks in their throat. Let them be bratty!! Where's their attention? )
What are you doing...? ( This applies to either of them. )
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It's nothing. They want attention.
[It's...a feeling he knows all too well, needless to say.]
Liskooo.
[Little brat. He can't play music on this chubby tummy forever.]
Come on. It's a good day, now.
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-- Aw, what the hell. In a moment, Lisko lets their metaphorical hair down and fully enjoys the sensation, babbling laughter and a violently swinging tail included. )
Business as usual, then. ( That's the Lisko Emil knows. He watches their happy wriggling with his knees tucked into his chest. He's missed his little lizard... )
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They're so heavy. I won't be able to do this, soon.
[But for now he can. He can cuddle this weird lizard and nose against their scaly skin. Breathe in their scent. Exhale out the warmth of his affection for them and their other "dad". Pfft. A creepy thought, now. Too fast.]
...I'm sorry I kidnapped them.
[Since he kinda. stole their baby.]
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