( 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.]
I don't think you can kidnap them if they're yours too.
( Weeeeeell...whatever, that's not the point. Lisko appreciated being the focal point of someone's attention. In roly-poly formation, they chuff and wriggle slightly, fond of being held. )
And I don't think anything should change about that, either.
[Far happier than he's been in days, Lalli's interactions have a renewed energy. Instead of simple hugs and snoot boops, they get tickles and teasing.]
...Yeah. [Something he knows, but is nice to hear reaffirmed all the same.] I liked having them around. It was easier.
They can stay with you more, if you want. They've been in my apartment most of the time, anyway.
( Lisko has no obvious input on this matter, other than beginning to talk now that they feel listened to. They try their best to articulate how they liked hanging out under Lalli's bed, though the words come out brokenly connected. That doesn't stop them from telling this tale with excitement and lots of hand -- claw -- gestures. )
( Don't worry, they were just trying to explain to Day Dad they like to investigate under there sometimes since Night Dad goes under there a lot. They sort of understand the appeal...it's like a comfy cave. They vaguely understand the sentence, suddenly repeating no no no no in an effort to fix the misunderstanding they don't even get themselves.
Emil...doesn't particularly care either way, Lalli exists under the bed as far as he's concerned. )
They're a lot better at talking. ( That's his hot take @ this situation. ) Not perfect, but there's definitely been improvement.
[NO, DON'T SHAME HIM!! Listen to your child and their correction! He was hardly under there at all!
Even if he means this generally... Well... He has been indulging in Lisko's conversational practice.]
Oh. Um... I guess. I like talking to them more than my roommates... [sorry, guys] And I wasn't talking to you. My game has voice parts and I unlocked a lot of stories.
( nope, emil's not into webs. relationship over. )
Don't let them pick up lingo from that sadistic game. They already know too many strange words.
( Lisko understands the term 'game,' which gets their attention. Game? Full combo, fully combo. Fully fully. The look on Emil's face, jesus christ he's too late. )
( He's...so proud. Lisko begins singing along to one of the game songs, obviously about something not...normal. Emil sighs, knowing he can't win against his bizarre boyfriend and loopy lizard. )
Fine. I guess I can't complain as long as it isn't a curse word. ( Lisko agrees, breaking their melody to assuredly say 'Fuck.')
[To further illustrate Emil's point, Lalli is retaliating with a hiss and sticking out his own tongue, though he keeps it to himself. He's not a monster.]
Well, they get their -- food. And foolishness? From you. Stop that, that's gross.
[Listen, he's preoccupied, he can't come up with something better than that.]
( Nope!! Not stopping. Lots of lizard nyehs for Lalli's hand. )
Foolishness? They get their cuteness from me. ( He cant help but laugh at the glimpses of Lisko's tongue he sees peeking around Lalli's hand. ) You deserve ever drop of that horrible lizard spit.
( God you fucking asshole...deja vu and all that, even if it may be in reverse. Well, sort of. Anyway, Emil wipes off as much of the saliva as possible, instead of cake this time, and slaps it over Lalli's own mouth.
[It's nice to know that this is just the rest of his life.]
Mmph!!
[Hand at his mouth like that, Emil will be able to feel the way Lalli's jaw shifts and...stops. Lalli freezes, eyes wide.
He can't bite him. He'll get a mouthful of lizard spit and it would be all his fault. This realization comes with a deplorable whine and Lalli's arms going limp.
( Victory is his! Lisko rolls over and waddles off, suddenly interested in finding other things to lick. They are alone. Emil has enacted his revenge.
He won't be too cruel. Emil removes his hand after a moment, and wipes it on Lalli's likely unused bedsheets. ) That's payback for licking me and making me lick a lizard tongue.
[Even though he's free, Lalli huffs and crosses his arms, unhappy to have been bested. Unfair...! He lets his eyes roam after Lisko, because not giving Emil the satisfaction of being watched seems like a worthy punishment. And he doesn't want them to eat something weird.]
I did not make you lick their tongue. That just happened.
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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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( Weeeeeell...whatever, that's not the point. Lisko appreciated being the focal point of someone's attention. In roly-poly formation, they chuff and wriggle slightly, fond of being held. )
And I don't think anything should change about that, either.
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...Yeah. [Something he knows, but is nice to hear reaffirmed all the same.] I liked having them around. It was easier.
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( Lisko has no obvious input on this matter, other than beginning to talk now that they feel listened to. They try their best to articulate how they liked hanging out under Lalli's bed, though the words come out brokenly connected. That doesn't stop them from telling this tale with excitement and lots of hand -- claw -- gestures. )
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We weren't under there the whole time, don't listen to them.
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Emil...doesn't particularly care either way, Lalli exists under the bed as far as he's concerned. )
They're a lot better at talking. ( That's his hot take @ this situation. ) Not perfect, but there's definitely been improvement.
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Even if he means this generally... Well... He has been indulging in Lisko's conversational practice.]
Oh. Um... I guess. I like talking to them more than my roommates... [sorry, guys] And I wasn't talking to you. My game has voice parts and I unlocked a lot of stories.
[are you really still attracted to him]
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Don't let them pick up lingo from that sadistic game. They already know too many strange words.
( Lisko understands the term 'game,' which gets their attention. Game? Full combo, fully combo. Fully fully. The look on Emil's face, jesus christ he's too late. )
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I got many full combos.
[So ha! Let him have this, okay.]
It's a fun game. Some of the stories are even okay. They have to work really hard.
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Fine. I guess I can't complain as long as it isn't a curse word. ( Lisko agrees, breaking their melody to assuredly say 'Fuck.' )
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No.
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They're so unruly. They get their stubbornness from you. ( Also the tongue thing. )
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Well, they get their -- food. And foolishness? From you. Stop that, that's gross.
[Listen, he's preoccupied, he can't come up with something better than that.]
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Foolishness? They get their cuteness from me. ( He cant help but laugh at the glimpses of Lisko's tongue he sees peeking around Lalli's hand. ) You deserve ever drop of that horrible lizard spit.
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[Oh. Is that so.
Lalli removes his slobbery hand from Lisko's mouth and pushes it against Emil's cheek.]
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WHY!? I've already gotten enough lizard saliva on me for one lifetime...in my mouth, even!!
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You kissed a lizard. [ha] Don't be so mean to me next time.
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How you like them apples?? )
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Mmph!!
[Hand at his mouth like that, Emil will be able to feel the way Lalli's jaw shifts and...stops. Lalli freezes, eyes wide.
He can't bite him. He'll get a mouthful of lizard spit and it would be all his fault. This realization comes with a deplorable whine and Lalli's arms going limp.
He has been defeated.]
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He won't be too cruel. Emil removes his hand after a moment, and wipes it on Lalli's likely unused bedsheets. ) That's payback for licking me and making me lick a lizard tongue.
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I did not make you lick their tongue. That just happened.
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You put the chain of events in motion, so it's your fault. Not to mention that whole handful you just rubbed on my face!
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Not my fault you deserved it.
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Fine. I declare a lizard spit truce. No more on either one of us, unless Lisko expressly puts it there.
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