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[lalliho]

[He's closed himself off. He thought it might help -- slow your surroundings to a standstill, and maybe everything going on inside would learn to slow as well. When he got control over himself, he could control this stupid magic of his that was given to him. He thought he'd be happy, getting back the gifts he was born into, but even with them, the storm inside had been roaring enough to keep him up night after night.

Which meant he'd been even more cut off than he'd intended.]

I can't sleep. I need to. Tell me...what to do.

[Simple as that. Just help him rest, please...]

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[enflame]

( Ugh...Emil has been trying to be positive and friendly about this because that's how he wants to feel, but Lalli being angry and combative over and over just wears thin on how friendly he can be. Especially when none of this is his fault. )

Why do you keep getting mad at me? I didn't do anything wrong!

( There's some friendship speech about Your Problems Are My Problems and an assurance that he thinks Lalli is bizarre but not an idiot, but neither of these are at the forefront of his mind right now.

It's all the more frustrating when he does what he thinks is right but never seems to be rewarded except for maybe a few back and forths before more attitude comes out. )

I'm trying.

[lalliho]

[Somehow he didn't expect to be called out. Amazing how consequences still happen when you're trying to be a dick to avoid the usual consequences.]

...

[Okay. He can work with this. Just take a breath -- ]

You didn't do anything wrong. [theeere we go] You didn't do anything.

[what Lalli no, what about the breath]