[It's familiar, and there's comfort in that, even as his shame rises.]
Nooo...
[Ugh, too whiny. Annoying. In trying to buckle down against that, Lalli forces himself to lower his hands, fingers twining themselves into knots even as he tries to casually place them into his lap. Unfortunately, all this internal frustration did a number on that smile Emil wanted to see, his teeth digging in to suppress the nervous twist. His gaze hovers somewhere around Emil's shoulder rather than lifting to meet his jovial expression with his own ruined one.]
...Might need to do it again...
[Ah. He would know from just that. Shaking a bit, Lalli brushes his fingers against the spot Emil had kissed before reaching out with an encouraging graze to his boyfriend's jaw. Come here again, dummy.]
( The expression that is revealed to him is definitely hard to read, half-smile, half-clenched jaw. He chuffs a laugh at that, surprised but endeared to how strange it is, and also at how seemingly hard he's trying to win at this game.
And yet, despite his obvious hesitance, Lalli can still find it in him to be surprising and sweet. He reaches out to him in a gesture that is obvious, despite no words being needed. Where was the solemn, slumping man he'd almost pounded down the door to find an hour or so ago? Whatever the motivation is, whether it's a need to feel close or communicate without language, or even just a genuine desire, Emil isn't at all complaining.
He feels a little too nervous as to be daring enough to go for Lalli's mouth, but he does lean in and try for his nose. The upturned tip makes it hard to kiss at that angle, but he does catch the side of it. Something about this feels so silly, and he laughs lightly before he pulls away. It is a little embarrassing, even if he's not at all aware that Lalli voiced that same sentiment moments ago. )
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[His eyes squeeze shut at Emil's approach, and it'll be easy to feel the light wrinkle in his nose that comes along with it. He can revel in the act once Emil is drawing back, though, and while he's still flushed, the worry on his face smoothes out to allow another smile, though this one is even tinier than before.]
Don't laugh... [Mrrrh, he's still being whiny. He sighs dramatically, trying to expell both the good and the bad nerves and just leave contentment. He'd never succeed, too tightly wound, but he can still make the effort and lean in to both his arms around one of Emil's to hug it to him while he flops his back against the other's chest. Tired, clingy, on the brink of humiliated, but...happier. More settled.]
I think I'm going to die because of you. One way or another.
( One good thing about Lalli being unable to verbally communicate is that he seems to be more willing to physically communicate what he wants than when he has to ask for it with words. Especially since the words he's saying...no clue, no idea, what the hell are you talking about. It can't be anything too bad based on the physical actions, and that's a good sign.
Honestly, if Lalli could sleep that would be so wonderful right now -- well, wonderful all the time since being a permanent insomniac sucks, but specifically, right now would be great. Thinking about him dozing off while Emil could strokes his head and feel the full weight of him...when Lalli feels okay with tactile stimulation, Emil can truly live his best gay life. With Lalli's back directly pressed against him, it's possible to feel all of those tight muscles there, only slightly malleable because of his current relaxation.
Lalli already has one of his arms, but he'll gladly give him the other as well to secure him in place. He's not sure if that will be readily accepted, since Lalli does like to be able to wriggle away when he needs to, but he circles those words over and over. Make me understand you're here. That lovely head is right there, and Emil leans into it, eyes closed. He'd only planned on breathing there, but the impulse to kiss there too is simple too much to resist. Ah yes, some bucket list goals have been cleared today. )
I like you. ( He could say a lot and never shut up right now, but that phrase is an understanding baseline. It's also the simplest way to express anything else he could babble on about right now. )
[The warmth had just been a blush before, he thinks, but the kiss drizzles heat through his veins to reach the very tips of his toes and back, and that fire tingles when the words to accompany the action registers. Emil likes him. He hears it, he feels it, he believes it.]
I like you, too. [But his admission is a barely-audible mumble said into Emil's arm, which he hugs tighter. His arm. Never letting go. Until he decides this snugglefest has gone on long enough or his magic drains him to the point of a hungry anger, anyway.]
( Whatever Lalli said is lost on him, but the tiny vibrations of breath he can feel even through the sleeves of his sweater are nice. There's no sign that he's letting go at all, but that's fine. He could stay like this for a while -- ~forever~ if it was possible.
...Except it's most definitely not. He really needs to get up right now, but that's of course impossible when there's a dude clinging onto your arm like a koala. His other arm is his to control, but he doesn't want to just rip the other away...he jiggles it lightly, trying to get Lalli's attention. Please, he needs to get up...the script is about to be flipped on your weak bladder-having ass. )
( Oh my god...when Lalli needed to get up for mysterious fucking reasons, he was kind enough to let him out of his grasp. He wishes he could stay like this babe, but alas. And he's being pinched on top of that? This little shit...
After another 30 seconds and Lalli still hasn't shown any signs of moving, the time to take action is now. He shoves him off with his free arm, though as...delicately...as he possibly can, standing up with Lalli still attached. Hoping that he maybe gets the picture now, Emil wriggles some more, fighting to stand up completely while he's got a hundred-some-odd pounds of human attached to him. )
I'm sorry but you won't let go. I'm not leaving forever! ( HE'LL BE RIGHT BACK, LET HIM LIVE )
[YOU ALREADY KNOW HE'S A DICK, EMIL, WHY IS THIS A SURPRISE. It should also be no surprise that he's offended by these actions and while he'll let go, he will also push himself up to his feet and cross him arms. How? dare you?? Fuck you, he's following to see what's so GODS DAMNED IMPORTANT.]
( Well, that worked out in the end!! Except no, it didn't. He's heading for the door when he sees Lalli looking impossibly cross, giving him A Look that lets Emil know he fucked up unbelievably. Oh well! You don't own his kidneys!
Emil's also not about his boyfriend following him to go pee, so he'll shut the door again and give him a similar Look. )
You're not going to follow me! I'll be back in two minutes, just sit down.
[He can't understand he's being told to sit, and yet he gives an irritable growl as if imitating a dog not wanting to follow through on the command. Still, the tone and body language of shut up, sit down, do nothing is something he's seen and been forced to follow or face consequences more times that he can count.
Lalli kicks the ground to show his TRUE DISPLEASURE at the situation, then obediently perches on the bed. Fine.]
( Lalli is very obviously not happy about this situation, but he'll have to find some way to fix it when he gets back. He's good to his word and only gone for about two minutes, a majority of which is spent drying his hands more than necessary so they aren't damp and clammy.
When he opens the door, it's only a crack and he peeks in to likely see Lalli looking just as perturbed as when he left him. Great...wonderful! )
I'm sorry! I didn't want that to be as...dramatic. ( He's not sure just how much he wants to apologize, but he knows that some of the problem is that language barrier. That's why he makes sure his tone and face emphasize the apology. ) I told you I'd be right back, and I am, right?
[He sits straight, peering through half-lidded eyes to make himself appear more haughty than he actually feels. Suffer under his scrutiny!
Apparently he decides that Emil's tone is apologetic enough, because he grunts and gestures to the spot alongside him. You may approach, and all that. No one else in his life has regretted that mental kicking down of an animal. He's more willing to push past it with someone who clearly minds what it is he's done.
That was...a familiar amount of time to be gone, though, so Lalli points to one hand with the other, then holds it out. His fingers further prompt Emil to hand...his, well, hand over.]
( The caution he approaches with is more so a wariness at Lalli than a further admission of guilt. He should be allowed to pee if he needs to, dang!! That hand is hard to say no to, and he takes it in his own before sitting down where he was instructed to.
Make no mistake -- he won't listen to every command and will of Lalli's, but he isn't so put off by listening to these kinds of requests. He even gives his shoulder a small nuzzle with his nose.
( His hand being sniffed is somewhat...strange...but no other bad action comes from it, so all seems to be right with the world again. Lalli is definitely not the one who should be worrying about bad hygiene habits in this relationship. Is he taking advantage of this wonderful indoor plumbing for bathing with? Inquiring Emils would like to know. )
I have no idea what you just said, but I think it was good? ( Emil isn't totally sure what the hand sniff meant, still, though he's 100% sure he doesn't smell in any way offensive. He cups his other hand on top of Lalli's, sandwiching it. If this is another directive, he's totally missing what he's supposed to be doing. )
[Mostly, yes. Not...in the past few days, really, so. Oops. These cuddles have probably not be top quality. In general, though, not rooming with Emil means that he's had to take time to pay attention to it for himself, and the wide variety of scents available to him has greatly helped the situation.
...Emil what are you doing...]
Um...
[Well. He can't complain. With a hum, he'll just go ahead and stack his other hand on top of all that, then shift to face him more.]
( His bathroom break seems to have thrown off their groove...maybe? Lalli mimics the action, so maybe that means that's what he was supposed to do? )
Is this some...Finnish tradition? ( Like...joining of hands as a symbol of forgiveness?? This kind of shit is totally lost on him. Whatever the next step is needs to be explained to him, or he's going to fuck this up again somehow.
The stare he gives Lalli is very intense and expectant; he's not willing to make any sudden moves and slide back into angry territory again. ) What do I do now?
( Okay, so maybe that wasn't the right thing to do...god this is so mysterious. You're an enigma, Lalli Hotakainen. Emil removes both of his hands from their little stack and sighs. How does he restablish that nice moment, if possible?
...Oh, duh. He brought the damn thing in here, why not keep using it? Emil hops off the bed to retrieve his tablet, offering it to Lalli. Use...someone else's words, or something. )
[Oh, good idea. Lalli makes a small noise of acknowledgement as he takes the tablet, returning to the movie app Emil had been using before and scrolling through to try and find...something. Boy, he didn't realize how difficult this was, when Emil was the one doing it... Eventually he's just confused, and starts to skip back a few minutes to try and figure out what it was that made the characters act that way, until he finds himself close to the beginning and completely absorbed. Eyes glued to the screen, Lalli snuggles into the mattress, back against the wall, without a care for why he was handed this device in the first place.]
Oh! [Lalli gasps, eyes widening.] He shouldn't do that. She's going to be so mad...
( Success! He'll discovery whatever neurosis Lalli is exploring shortly enough. He has the tools with which to communicate somewhat well, even if it's not perfect.
Even though he'd purchased that tablet for Lalli's birthday, Emil's still not sure how adept he is at using it outside of that Hateful Dead something or other. That may explain why it's taking so long and he's reading through so much. Maybe this movie doesn't have the correct context with which to search from if it is some Finnish ritual.
He returns to the bed, peering at Lalli before going back to peering over to see what exactly his boyfriend is having trouble with...except he's not having trouble with anything, he's just totally absorbed in this movie. )
Really. ( Oh well...if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Scoot over, if this is what's happening then let him get comfortable. ) This part is ridiculous. She gets mad, and I don't even really get why.
[He adjusts easily enough, shifting to create room while tilting the screen so that he can still see it, but Emil won't have trouble, either.]
What a stupid guy. He doesn't understand her at all. [Not like Lalli, who's decided he's going to root for this person. Comfortable, he rests his cheek against Emil's shoulder. This was pretty nice, this right here... He'd have to get this app for himself, later, if Qri's blessing of translation ever came back, and if not... Well, hopefully Emil wouldn't mind huddling close together like this for movie nights, on occasion.]
( "Stupid." So Lalli agrees. Good. ) Later on she really flies off the handle. Which, I know she has some right, but can't she just talk about it instead of screaming?
( Communication is best when it isn't loud and hostile!! Despite his irritation at this movie's plot threads, the company is nice, if a bit cramped. )
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Nooo...
[Ugh, too whiny. Annoying. In trying to buckle down against that, Lalli forces himself to lower his hands, fingers twining themselves into knots even as he tries to casually place them into his lap. Unfortunately, all this internal frustration did a number on that smile Emil wanted to see, his teeth digging in to suppress the nervous twist. His gaze hovers somewhere around Emil's shoulder rather than lifting to meet his jovial expression with his own ruined one.]
...Might need to do it again...
[Ah. He would know from just that. Shaking a bit, Lalli brushes his fingers against the spot Emil had kissed before reaching out with an encouraging graze to his boyfriend's jaw. Come here again, dummy.]
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And yet, despite his obvious hesitance, Lalli can still find it in him to be surprising and sweet. He reaches out to him in a gesture that is obvious, despite no words being needed. Where was the solemn, slumping man he'd almost pounded down the door to find an hour or so ago? Whatever the motivation is, whether it's a need to feel close or communicate without language, or even just a genuine desire, Emil isn't at all complaining.
He feels a little too nervous as to be daring enough to go for Lalli's mouth, but he does lean in and try for his nose. The upturned tip makes it hard to kiss at that angle, but he does catch the side of it. Something about this feels so silly, and he laughs lightly before he pulls away. It is a little embarrassing, even if he's not at all aware that Lalli voiced that same sentiment moments ago. )
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Don't laugh... [Mrrrh, he's still being whiny. He sighs dramatically, trying to expell both the good and the bad nerves and just leave contentment. He'd never succeed, too tightly wound, but he can still make the effort and lean in to both his arms around one of Emil's to hug it to him while he flops his back against the other's chest. Tired, clingy, on the brink of humiliated, but...happier. More settled.]
I think I'm going to die because of you. One way or another.
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Honestly, if Lalli could sleep that would be so wonderful right now -- well, wonderful all the time since being a permanent insomniac sucks, but specifically, right now would be great. Thinking about him dozing off while Emil could strokes his head and feel the full weight of him...when Lalli feels okay with tactile stimulation, Emil can truly live his best gay life. With Lalli's back directly pressed against him, it's possible to feel all of those tight muscles there, only slightly malleable because of his current relaxation.
Lalli already has one of his arms, but he'll gladly give him the other as well to secure him in place. He's not sure if that will be readily accepted, since Lalli does like to be able to wriggle away when he needs to, but he circles those words over and over. Make me understand you're here. That lovely head is right there, and Emil leans into it, eyes closed. He'd only planned on breathing there, but the impulse to kiss there too is simple too much to resist. Ah yes, some bucket list goals have been cleared today. )
I like you. ( He could say a lot and never shut up right now, but that phrase is an understanding baseline. It's also the simplest way to express anything else he could babble on about right now. )
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I like you, too. [But his admission is a barely-audible mumble said into Emil's arm, which he hugs tighter. His arm. Never letting go. Until he decides this snugglefest has gone on long enough or his magic drains him to the point of a hungry anger, anyway.]
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...Except it's most definitely not. He really needs to get up right now, but that's of course impossible when there's a dude clinging onto your arm like a koala. His other arm is his to control, but he doesn't want to just rip the other away...he jiggles it lightly, trying to get Lalli's attention. Please, he needs to get up...the script is about to be flipped on your weak bladder-having ass. )
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After another 30 seconds and Lalli still hasn't shown any signs of moving, the time to take action is now. He shoves him off with his free arm, though as...delicately...as he possibly can, standing up with Lalli still attached. Hoping that he maybe gets the picture now, Emil wriggles some more, fighting to stand up completely while he's got a hundred-some-odd pounds of human attached to him. )
I'm sorry but you won't let go. I'm not leaving forever! ( HE'LL BE RIGHT BACK, LET HIM LIVE )
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Emil's also not about his boyfriend following him to go pee, so he'll shut the door again and give him a similar Look. )
You're not going to follow me! I'll be back in two minutes, just sit down.
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Lalli kicks the ground to show his TRUE DISPLEASURE at the situation, then obediently perches on the bed. Fine.]
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When he opens the door, it's only a crack and he peeks in to likely see Lalli looking just as perturbed as when he left him. Great...wonderful! )
I'm sorry! I didn't want that to be as...dramatic. ( He's not sure just how much he wants to apologize, but he knows that some of the problem is that language barrier. That's why he makes sure his tone and face emphasize the apology. ) I told you I'd be right back, and I am, right?
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Apparently he decides that Emil's tone is apologetic enough, because he grunts and gestures to the spot alongside him. You may approach, and all that. No one else in his life has regretted that mental kicking down of an animal. He's more willing to push past it with someone who clearly minds what it is he's done.
That was...a familiar amount of time to be gone, though, so Lalli points to one hand with the other, then holds it out. His fingers further prompt Emil to hand...his, well, hand over.]
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Make no mistake -- he won't listen to every command and will of Lalli's, but he isn't so put off by listening to these kinds of requests. He even gives his shoulder a small nuzzle with his nose.
Truce? )
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That would have been really gross if you didn't wash your hands.
[Good thing his boyfriend isn't disgusting!!! Just a lizard kisser. Okay, he's only very slightly annoyed, now.]
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I have no idea what you just said, but I think it was good? ( Emil isn't totally sure what the hand sniff meant, still, though he's 100% sure he doesn't smell in any way offensive. He cups his other hand on top of Lalli's, sandwiching it. If this is another directive, he's totally missing what he's supposed to be doing. )
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...Emil what are you doing...]
Um...
[Well. He can't complain. With a hum, he'll just go ahead and stack his other hand on top of all that, then shift to face him more.]
Is this a weird game.
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Is this some...Finnish tradition? ( Like...joining of hands as a symbol of forgiveness?? This kind of shit is totally lost on him. Whatever the next step is needs to be explained to him, or he's going to fuck this up again somehow.
The stare he gives Lalli is very intense and expectant; he's not willing to make any sudden moves and slide back into angry territory again. ) What do I do now?
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Stop staring at me.
[Only he's allowed to do too much staring at people, gosh.
...Boy, this sure...is awkward... Hm.]
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...Oh, duh. He brought the damn thing in here, why not keep using it? Emil hops off the bed to retrieve his tablet, offering it to Lalli. Use...someone else's words, or something. )
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Oh! [Lalli gasps, eyes widening.] He shouldn't do that. She's going to be so mad...
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Even though he'd purchased that tablet for Lalli's birthday, Emil's still not sure how adept he is at using it outside of that Hateful Dead something or other. That may explain why it's taking so long and he's reading through so much. Maybe this movie doesn't have the correct context with which to search from if it is some Finnish ritual.
He returns to the bed, peering at Lalli before going back to peering over to see what exactly his boyfriend is having trouble with...except he's not having trouble with anything, he's just totally absorbed in this movie. )
Really. ( Oh well...if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Scoot over, if this is what's happening then let him get comfortable. ) This part is ridiculous. She gets mad, and I don't even really get why.
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What a stupid guy. He doesn't understand her at all. [Not like Lalli, who's decided he's going to root for this person. Comfortable, he rests his cheek against Emil's shoulder. This was pretty nice, this right here... He'd have to get this app for himself, later, if Qri's blessing of translation ever came back, and if not... Well, hopefully Emil wouldn't mind huddling close together like this for movie nights, on occasion.]
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( Communication is best when it isn't loud and hostile!! Despite his irritation at this movie's plot threads, the company is nice, if a bit cramped. )