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[COMING AT YOU LIVE from...from...a bath??? There's definitely bubbles hanging around this wet scarecrow of a human, along with swishing and slapping of water and some blonde fumbling about with a towel in the back (presumably for the now-clean Lalli) whose expression becomes distracted just moments after the mental broadcast begins.]

Emil can't make a circle around my thigh with his hands. No one can. That's stupid.

[Emil mostly seems to be melting into mortification rather than sticking to some kind of agenda, but whatever. Not like he's naked.]

If anyone in this stupid coven thinks I'm wrong, prove it. Come to the bathhouse in the next hour, and if you can make your fingers touch, you win. If not, Emil shuts up.

[if u want an ass kicking]

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I didn't say you were!

( The shriek isn't impressive to him, as evident in his continuance with scrubbing, running fingers along Lalli's scalp. Goodbye forest gunk. Goodbye sweat and tree sap. )

Someone being concerned for you doesn't mean they think you're an idiot, you know. Food isn't plentiful around here, and you've always been somewhat...lanky.

( If only Emil could read the rest of these threads and be impressed with how right he is in that Lalli is a true critter, even if his elevated critter status is more about depression than straight up petulance. Anywho!! )

Regardless of who's right or wrong, no one has to touch your leg. It's inappropriate. ( Says the person who was manhandling it himself five minutes ago. )

[Yeah, after an extended hiss, Lalli will growl out a low,] You had to.

[Let him be a crabass.]

It's not that different from Finland, just people don't cook. If I wasn't sick back home, I'm not sick here. I'm fine. You should know.

I'm bathing you. ( So that's inherently different, la la la no takebacks. )

Also, I've never been to Finland -- you mean this place is similar?

( Okay, so Emil has some concept of the Finnish people being forest-dwellers and the like, but he'd never put two and two together that he was indeed having to live like said forest-dwellers. It makes him pause in his scalp scrubbing, so the only sounds for a second are Lisko's gurgling and attempts to blow bubbles in the water.

Shit, he wouldn't last a day there. )

Fine. You're fine. ( Honestly Lalli's probably more fine in this setting than Emil is; he's literally still accidentally setting pigs on fire.

He'll also tell people he was wrong!! Okay!!! If that keeps him from being part of the Naked Lalli Leg Touch Hour. )

[There is some truth to the comparison, and Lalli's far too grumpy to explain all the bits and bobs to some idiotic Swede that has hair conditioner instead of brains. So sure, this is exactly like Finland. Zero differences.]

...Why would it worry you if you didn't think it was something I was doing wrong?

[He's quieter now, the question defeatedly genuine instead of some weird snipe. People are weird...]

( Speaking of hair conditioner, he wishes he had some right now -- Lalli, you need a creme rinse.

The questions begs a pause in Emil, who wasn't talking much beforehand, but who is silent for sure now. Lisko is again the only one making any noise as they decide that this bath is boring again and the next one over is ripe for exploration. The sounds of her soft feet and hard claws clicking and slapping the tile are definitely gone before he says something again, though his hands continued to knead at Lalli's head all the while.

It's not that complicated a question, but it just never occurred to him that such an effortless emotion like concern could come off so negatively )

It's not so much I mean to say you're doing something wrong...I think? I don't think you are. ( Trying to figure out how to put this emotional complexity into words when he doesn't even really know what the fuck he's talking about. His idea of doing something wrong is certainly much different than Lalli's. ) Being concerned doesn't really mean the other person is messing up somehow.

[He lets his eyes drift shut as he lets the silence and the lather lull him back to an emotionally safe place. For how on edge he was about that thigh-grabbing business -- and every other little physical interaction -- this...was calming. It made his insides twist in disgust as a voice in the back of his mind could only grab "petting" as the closest name for what it was and why it was so relaxing, since he wasn't an animal, but even that thought could be quieted with some effort. Emil trying to explaining things was a good distraction from it.]

...You say that but I don't understand how. Unless you thought I was going to be wrong instead of being wrong now.

( The takeaway from this is to never make a bet with Lalli because some weird existential shit will happen.

It's not that Emil doesn't like being right -- oh, he loves it. There are definitely a lot of hills he's still more than glad to die on, but this isn't one of them. Especially now that Lalli sounds so defeated -- who knew that such a comical situation could turn depressing! )

Lalli, it's not something you have to take so seriously. Haven't you ever been concerned without thinking someone was being wrong or stupid or ridiculous? ( That sounds so specific but apparently he needs to be. ) This is also about a thigh of all things!

[honestly don't do most things with Lalli for that reason, so]

No...

[And then there was Onni, who went out of his way to make sure you knew you were being an idiot or disregarding danger. So yeah, there's that.]

It's about not knowing how to take care of myself. You're already still washing me.

Oh.

( Time to pause again. He actually looks stupidly at his hands -- he is, indeed, bathing him. But that had become somewhat routine, outside of switching out with Mikkel on occasion. It wasn't strange and he didn't think anything of it. )

I guess I don't need to here. ( Which is definitely true. No contaminates, no non-immunity. ) I don't have to if you don't want me to. I know you must know how, but you weren't, so...

( Emil trails off as he focuses on drying his hands off. There's a sheepish, sinking feeling that has suddenly invaded his stomach. There's a sudden realization that he was doing this to suit his own idea of what Lalli needed, regardless of the excuse that the intention was well-placed and hygenic.

great, you made it weird ~~it was always weird~~ )

[Sure did make it weird.]

It's fine. [With a sigh, he sinks a little more into the hot water and...brings up one of his feet to the surface so he can watch himself wiggle his toes. Yep.] I do do it sometimes… But this is okay. It's nice to not think for a while.

[said while overanalyzing EVERYTHING]

( What the -- Lalli. Ur hot then Ur cold.

Emil doesn't know if this means he should continue or not...actually he will because it's irritating the piss out of him to leave Lalli's hair half-washed. Back to kneading his fingers through his hair. )

Well, it's not like I've ever had someone bathe me, but I suppose it could be relaxing. If not a little...invasive.

( Now that he's thinking about it and there's no military context surrounding this whole thing, as well as reversing the roles...this actually does seem a little strange to him. Not for the sake of nudity or anything -- but instead for the intimacy of the action, especially considering Lalli's on-again, off-again relationship with physical contact.

Doesn't stop him from continuing, though. )

[He's frustrated with the circumstance and implication, not the action itself or Emil. Rarely Emil, even though it seemed to be just the opposite most of the time. It helps that they've moved into the discussion of the miscommunication phase, rather than the 'omg no you're wrong wtf' phase.]

...It's usually different. Just work, so it's not...anything. [Admitting it is hard, even with the warmth seeping in and the gentle rhythm of the scrubbing.] I don't think I could let anyone else do it like this.

[Feel special...but also don't make a big deal out of it because he could barely get those words out and now he wishes his body would melt into this weird soapy abyss and he'd never have to confront this shit ever again.]

...As long as you know it's a choice, it's fine. If you know I don't need weird things because...there's something wrong with me, I guess.

( "Don't make a big deal"...how about no. There's no real reason why (to him, outside of being complimented at all), but it makes him smile stupidly. "I [couldn't] let anyone else do this!!" That means only him!! Emil!!

Speaking of a soapy abyss, Emil's going to dump more water on Lalli, though slowly this time because he's not in such a leggy and aggravated mood. )

There's nothing wrong with you. ( There's a chipper tone to this -- oops, he's still looking all goofy. Ahem, ahem. ) I mean, it feels good to have other people do things for you sometimes, though I'm not sure I'd put bathing on my own list. Cleaning, cooking -- it's like taking a break and making someone else do the work. Nothing wrong with that!

[On one hand, god ur so fuckin embarrassing, stop. On the other, ah, he's happy... Good. That's very good.]

...Yeah.

[It was an unusual luxury that was still hard to indulge in... But everything seems sorted out now, at least, and he feels like his thoughts on the matter were actually listened to. It's really nice to hear someone saying "There's nothing wrong with you" in such earnest joy.

...where the heck is Lisko.]

( At the OOC mention of their name, they stick their head up and look around the pool they'd flip-flopped into. Oh...dads are actually pretty far away now. This, of course, means they're free to do their own thing.

Water is actually really fun, but something even more fun? What's UNDER the water. There are holes and drains to look at, try to squeeze themselves in...and what's this? A coin! All the way at the bottom!

Swimming happily to go retrieve the shiny item, Lisko's doing just fine until they realize that they have to swim back up. They're a pretty good swimmer, but they accidentally swallow some water on the way back up. It doesn't feel too good and the cough a little once they hit the surface...but it was totally worth it!

It may not be worth the horrific case of hiccups they have now, though. Suddenly they make a horrible squeaking noise that's between a yowl and a burp, all while electrifying the pool they're in with an involuntary zap.

Dads??? Help them??? They can feel another horrible hiccup coming on... )

[At least they went into a different one... Lalli still sits up straighter like he was jolted, on high alert, thanks to the absurdity of the noise. Is Lisko in trouble??? Ugh, why are they such bad dads...!]

What's wrong with them? Ah -- there aren't pinchy crabs again, are there? Lisko, hit back.

( He would be quicker on his feet if he immediately saw Lisko thrashing and confused. When he finally sees Lisko, splashing around and making some horrible noise he's more invigorated.

Emil thinks before he acts if he thinks he has the time, but this could potentially require split-second action. Lalli's hair be damned, he's up and rushing to Lisko, afraid they might be drowning instead of simply harassing an aggravated crab. They can wap and zap a crab, but not water -- at least not effectively.

Which is actually a good thing. The electricity has traveled out of the pool by the time he essentially slips into it, not exactly graceful on the slick bath house tiled floor. That...might actually be a little more dangerous for Lisko, but he grabs a hold of them as quickly as he can as he flounders himself. Daddy's got you, small thing!! They snort out water, still not done with their hiccups but thankfully not shocking anything right now.

The whole picture is somewhat comical, but also not because the fate of their baby was at stake! )

I think they're okay? ( Dripping wet, he walks the still dazzed, coin-clutching lizard creature over to Lalli's tub again. ) But they're making weird noises!

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