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( ett • voice & video )

( At first there's not a video feed, just a very simple yet disgruntled question: )

Does anyone around here know how to knit? I feel like I have to be missing something.

( In an effort to illustrate the point, there's suddenly a telepathic video stream attached, showcasing what appears to be a muddled ball of yarn; someone may or may not have resorted to trying to rub or melt it together because knitting is obviously just some type of witchcraft.

Hands attempt to pull it apart to showcase the expert craftsmanship that went into this mess -- there's also the sound of rain, as well as a small voice in the background that keeps shouting FUCK! over and over again with varied levels of intensity. The culprit is a chubby Elto baby that's crawling around just out of sight, a thick stick grasped firmly in their hand. )

Lisko! No bad words! -- Regardless, I have a suspicion that the problem is more so with the type of...materials...since they don't want to stick together no matter what I do.

( Or Emil's just an idiot, which is only somewhat more likely. )

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( Emil awakens from his depressive state mid-sip. Oh right...that was supposed to be a secret...but that was a while ago and it's just Lalli so that should be fine. )

Yeah. He's got a boyfriend. ( wow it feels weird to say that out loud ) Or at least he did a month or so ago. I don't know that being smart has anything to do with it, really.

Mmn... Weird.

[He contemplates this new information over another draft of mystery moonshine. If he has an opinion on Akira's partner of choice being another man specifically, he doesn't volunteer it.]

Why not? If choosing to love someone you know you'll lose is stupid, then if you're smart, you won't do it.

A choice... It's more an emotional thing, so you can't really control it one way or another. I think.

( Not that he has some kind of experience in this area, but he's heard enough sappy stories from relatives, as boring as they were at the time.

He'd like to say he had some sort of choice in the matter...maybe you can choose who it is, but not how much you actually like them? His romanticised ideals are still just Emil talking out of his ass. He's had no time or interest in anything of that nature between private tutoring, a traumatizing public school experience and grueling military training. )

Either way, stupid or not, I'd hate to be in that sort of position. Not that I ever would be, since I don't know any of these other-world people nearly enough.

[There are plenty of choices people make in life. He's lived being swept along by the ones everyone else made, but it gave him a unique viewpoint from which to see the destruction these choices caused in their wake. Maybe falling in love wasn't a choice, like how Tuuri had longed for as long as he could remember to see the world past her high walls hadn't been a choice, but... She didn't have to go out there. She shouldn't have.

Acting on some weird, unavoidable feeling that couldn't be explained? He has a hard time seeing why anyone would make that choice, when it was safer for health and heart to avoid it.]

Mrrh. Don't. Even if you find someone from another world you really, really want to kiss, don't do it. Or if some dumb empty bottle tells you to.

( And this explains one of the differences between the two of them. Emil's doesn't think about the long game, or very critically about much of anything. He's never really had to, and when it has come up? Just default to thinking as simply as possible and you'll do just fine. Can't catch me, complex thoughts!

But damn, okay, okay. He'll bite at Lalli's insistence, feeling much more tense talking about this than he thought he would. )

Alright! You don't have to worry! Nothing like that will ever happen, not in a million years. Especially if a bottle says so.

( Emil doesn't feel the same insistence towards Lalli -- imagining Lalli in any sort of situation like that with anyone is hard. Almost incomprehensible...which he doesn't mean to sell the guy short, but the hypothetical scenario can't even appear in his mind. That in and of itself might be something of a downer...Lalli is a good person who deserves happiness.

Those are complex feelings -- none of those allowed right now!!! His mind is starting to get a little more saturated with alcohol and that increases his simplicity, as well as his chattiness, which is gurgling up from within him just like Lisko's increasingly high-pitched hissing. )

[He huffs -- good!! He better not. Emil does plenty of weird things and makes bad decisions, but he could follow direction well enough, probably. Prrrrobably. Gods, what a mess he would be if he couldn't...

Anyway, he's satisfied with the promise and leans back to enjoy his drink. It's not as bad once your mouth is already basically numb and you're feeling pretty good about yourself. Maybe his was that whole "acquired taste" thing? Really more like turning his taste off...

-- what's with the hissing, he's gonna look over and gently hiss back. Lissssko!]

( How did they go from...that...to Lalli and Lisko hissing at one another. Honestly, Emil prefers this to all the f*cks, so there's that. )

Is something wrong? What's that sound? ( His brain has already figured it out, but his mind and his mouth are out of sync right now. ) Oh! They're trying to say something else! Keep doing that, maybe they'll stop saying the other thing!

[Emboldened and no longer sober, Lalli leans forward again, this time so he's closer to Lisko. Sssss! Sss ss!!]

( Dad is so close now...they have his full attention. Lisko keeps hissing and hissing, putting thier little clawed fingers against his face. This is fun, but now they have to out-do him.

Time to up the ante! ) Ccsss. Kssss. Kiss!

( They said that word like 20 times, that's pretty impressive, right? Now Lisko can talk about whatever this word means, too!

Meanwhile Emil is just stunned...what the hell are people going to think he talks to this child about if all they know is 'kiss' and 'fuck'?? )

[sssssfahaha, their claws a weird prickly kind of tickle, which is kind of nice when you're having the revelation of not being able to feel your face as much as you had been able to just an hour before. A tactile sensation he didn't mind as much, and could put up with for the duration of this hissfest.

He's starting up another hiss when it registers what this little terror has said. With a scoff, it cuts off.]

My first kiss is not going to be a lizard.

[across space and time, a young palai's heart aches.]

( Lalli: Palai Heartbreaker

Though Emil's sure he's kidding, he leans across his crisscrossed legs to pick up Lisko, their rounded claws gliding across Lalli's face with nary a cut or slash. You're too much, little thing. )

They don't know what the words mean. ( Although Emil is glad Lalli has standards, both of the non-pseudo-incestuous and interspecies kinds. ) Here Lisko -- kiss.

( It's easy enough to kiss their scaly forehead, even though Emil could never have imagined he'd press his lips to a lizard in any way, shape or form. Parenthood changes a person...although in his mind it's no more strange than kissing a cat or other pet. The scales are just bizarre to feel against his mouth. )

You don't need to know what that other word means. ( They'll have that talk....never, they will never have that talk, goodbye. ) Why couldn't the first words you say be more innocent?

[He feels himself smirking, which is bizarre but he supposes it's fine, and sits back to prop himself up on one hand. He uses the other to point the bottle at Emil in mock accusation.]

You need to say more cute things. You spend the most time with them.

What? I say plenty of cute things.

( Should he be defending himself on his own cuteness? He's getting drunk, so yes. )

It's not like I said anything about...that word, and they started saying it. I don't think what I say matters much!

Maybe they heard it from you. ( The accusatory tone is playful, although...he knows HE didn't say the word, and Lisko is infatuated with getting Lalli to notice them like the kouhai they are. Hmm......a swearing conspiracy! )

[It's true, ugh, he does say a lot of cute things, doesn't he... Rats. The rest of this, though...!]

Me? I don't talk.

[He says, talking.]

How dare you.

( Don't think he didn't notice! Emil sets Lisko on the bed (who seems a little started from whatever Day Dad just did; they need time to process this information they've gleaned) to take the neck of the bottle Lalli's pointed at him and push the opening towards its owner. )

Words. You said words right now.

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[Pssht. Whatever, To prove his silence and innocence, he takes a drink.]

If I talked, I'd choke, stupid.

[nyeh nyeh.]

More talking! That's --

( Oh that's literally in his brain...that took him a second. Now Emil has to question his entire reality, thanks. )

No, words came out of your mouth before! I've been watching!

What are you doing watching my mouth? Weirdo.

[You know, not giving a fuck and having fun is kind of...fun! Huh. What a world.]

( this asshole, oh my god )

...! It's not on purpose! I'm talking to you, so I'm looking at you!

( This isn't even a gay thing and yet you insinuate weird things!!!!!! )

[The bottle lightly clacks against his teeth as he ducks to hide his smile.]

Mmn.

[Sure, sure. He believes him, just doesn't care when he has to poke and prod at his teeth to make sure they're all there. Feels about right. Neat.]

You're just mad Lisko listens to me. I taught them "kiss", that can be innocent. Maybe. Sometimes.

( Rude...don't hide it! Emil could have born witness to a rare Lalli smile! )

I'm not mad...they listen to me, sometimes! And I know it can be innocent but... ( Emil leans in to whisper about this problem that's haunting his mind: ) If they say that other word in public and they only know those two, they'll sound like some deviant!

( PEOPLE WILL THINK HE IS SOME DEVIANT!!!!! )

[This problem is so much funnier post-alcohol and when Emil is the one panicking, he thinks as he instinctively leans in and whispers as well.]

We'll teach them more words and they'll forget. What do you want to teach them now?

( Bless, Lalli being sensible. He's got the simple solution!! )

...all words? What would be the most useful -- oh, they should know our names! Think about Lisko saying your name when you came home!

( He reaches behind him with the ironic deftness and luck of a drunk person and grabs a hold of Lisko, still blankly staring with their mind's gears turning. He holds them up to Lalli, making sure they're at eye-to-eye level. ) Lalli! Lalli, Lalli!

[Oh no? Oh no, it's a little cute.]

La-lli.

[He helpfully points at himself. Lalli! And then he'll point at Lisko.]

Lisko. Lalli! [Him again, look!] Lalli, Lalli...

[kinda inane]

( Lisko follows his pointing finger as it moves between the two. It's hard for Emil to watch this familial bonding display, but he's smiling like an idiot anyway.

Lalli, Lisko. Lalli and Lisko. Lisko and Lalli. They finally gain the courage to try these impressive words, slapping their chest with their hands. )

La! ( Lisko has decided they're Lalli instead; let's switch. )

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