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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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( Well, Emil can’t complain that Lalli is eating, even if it means his source of warmth biproxy is getting up and leaving his side all cold. )

Oh. Only a little, but I’m not that hungry right now. ( Realistically, he could eat. But his mouth is more in tune with the queasy feeling left in his stomach (that he’ll blame on alcohol) than his brain. Putting food on his stomach will help him feel less sick later, but he doesn’t have a great track record with good decisions.

Lisko will eat enough for the both of them, though. They’re totally okay with getting the larger part of the meat, as showcased by how they latch their mouth onto a corner of the slab and begin to gnaw. Feel free to cut around them. )

[omg baby..........what

okay he's gonna carefully...saw a circle around this shit... Just stay where you are, Lisko. Once he's got a fair enough slice, Lalli returns to his spot beside Emil to DEVOUR THIS BLOODY BURNT MYSTERY BEAST

I'm tired]

Hn...

[would you like him to feed you a tiny cube, chef?]

( If by ‘chef’ you mean ‘meat igniter,’ sure. Emil has no objections to Lisko’s display of their lack of table manners at the moment. It’s a slab of burnt meat in the middle of a hut and he’s drunk. Let them act like a cave creature for a second.

Onto the more...Lalli thing going on. Let Emil casually point to himself, because this noise and semi-gesture is confusing to him. )

Yes....? ( His and my answer, both. )

[just don't choke

This goes for both Lisko and Emil, since Lalli wastes no time clumsily leading the cube to Emil's mouth. Your turn!!!]

( I didn’t think you would take that feeder kink thing seriously and yet here we are...

Emil opens his mouth and takes what’s offered to him, only marginally weirded out. He said he wasn’t hungry and yet...oh well, he’ll take this strange gesture of friendship from Lalli. This meat is barely edible, though. Time to wash that down with more alcohol. )

Now will you tell me what this is? ( Maybe you could have been more insistent about that before you ate it, asshole. )

[I'm unstoppable, unfortunately.

Lalli snorts and stabs himself another piece for himself. He talks with his mouth full like a rude boy.]

It's just regular island boar. You've had it a lot. They're not that cute, so I thought you might like it better, I guess.

( Honestly, it’s hard to tell now that he over-broiled it. More concerning is the fact that Lalli apparently took down a boar on his own...hot but worrisome??? )

I don’t actually care about how cute what I’m eating is. I’ll eat whatever meat is available. ( Not a lie!!! Just keep him out of the killing process, let him live a life of ignorance. ) Swallow before you choke, too.

( Your bad habits are rubbing off on Lisko, who is gnawing at a piece of meat they’ve pulled off while still going on an on about Lalalalalalalala, as garbled as it sounds. )

[He hums doubtfully... What if it was an extremely cute deer, the cutest baby-est deer... What if it was their darling Lisko? He almost laughs at what he imagines Emil's expression would become if he made that kind of suggestion, but he manages to stifle it down to a simple smirk. Unfortunately, his now-apparently-magic metabolism that helped him be quick to drunk is making him quick to sober as well... Gonna need to refuel to lose more of that inhibition again.]

Laaalala la.

[…still a little uninhibited. Ahem. But yeah, he made sure to swallow before answering Lisko's song.]

They eat really gross. Do they even chew?

( First he has a feeder kink, now he’s a sadist. Lalli is a man of many proclivities.

Emil stares at his lizard child, his thoughts mimicking Lalli’s words. ) I don’t know...they have teeth so they must chew. Maybe they’re teething? ( That might explain why they’re shoving the meat in their mouth, mushing at it with the back of their jaw. He sighs, resting his head on one of his hands. ) Before long they’ll be as big as those other lizard things. You know. The annoying ones.

Ohh. Teething.

[Teething is a very important time in mage culture!! Even if Lalli already knows that Lisko isn't going to have any sort of spirit animal hanging around them, even if he can't see auras while on the island. Just wasn't a thing for lizard babies, no matter how magical they are... Still, how exciting. Yay for you, Lisko.]

They're all annoying... [But Okay, let him focus up a little since this is nothing Emil.] You're raising them, though. They'll be different? More like you. Probably.

( More like him, huh. That’s a nice thought. He sort of assumed it would be different since they aren’t being raised by weird, shipping lizards, but the fact settles into his brain and gives him a little ego boost. )

I meant how big they are now. The other ones were...twice that size? That will be weird, won’t it? They’ll be an adult in a few months...then what do we do? They only know four words and one of them is gross!

( THE CRUSHING WEIGHT OF PARENTHOOD IS SETTLING ON HIS MIND, OH MY GOD )

[PFFTCOUGH HACK WHEEZE yeah he choked on boar at that one. This idiot boy...]

T-two? Two are gross.

[kissing = same level as fucking.]

That's a lot of time to teach them words? You just have to try. And talk to them more.

( Lalli, you were the one defending kissing as situationally innocent a few minutes ago!! But fine, two and a half are gross. )

We have to teach them other things! Quickly! ( Time to yank Lisko up to his chest, looking them in the eyes after they spit out their meat during the travel. No time for gnawing; time to learn. )

Lisko, you’re Lisko. Lisko. Liiiiissssssko. ( Making sure they can say their own name is a good start. Maybe there will be more luck there since they already have the ssssss sound down. They imitate the hiss, combining it with a bit of that ‘Lala’ L sound. There’s also the ‘ck’ sound in ‘fucking,’ but getting them all together is proving to be harder for their tiny lizard tongue. )

You help teach, they listen to you. ( Emil flips them around so that they’re staring at Lalli. Night Dad, take over!! )

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[It's innocent, but it's still gross... Like he said, he doesn't wanna do it!!!

But hey... This is so rude? They're hungry... Lalli takes another bite of meat, apparently nonplussed by Emil's command, but eventually he does swallow this piece and add,]

Llllaaa La Lissssssko. Lisko? [Oh, wait --Emil, say 'Lisko'.

[Because as soon as he does, he'll be rewarded with a meat cube. Say the name, get a treat! Perfect system.]

( Emil obeys his own given command, although he chokes at the sudden presence of more, burnt meat in his mouth. Holy shit, warn him next time. )

You don’t have to feed me! ( Lalli’s idea is a good one, though — Lisko kicks their feet at the idea of getting their own meat. They begin to chirp out a series of sounds, eventually getting there. Lisk, Lisk, Liskoo! Success!

Honestly, feed him as much as you want if you keep getting these results. ) That was close enough! What else should they know...food? Directions? Greetings?

( They have nothing else to do except drink and teach Lisko shit, so. )

[Aha!! He's a genius, and he gives his baby genius a scoop of meat for their efforts. Very good, Lisko!!! Lalli reaches for the bottle while he thinks so he can digest this food a little better, cut down on that burnt taste with this...burning taste.]

Hhhhome. Home. [See, he's getting his meat for saying it right, now it's someone else's turn.]

( Lisko is a quick learner, but they still struggle to get their lizard mouth around these sounds the first go. Their version of an H noise is something like a cat coughing up a fur ball, but they eventually get it out. HHHHHHHHHHome. HHHome. They’ll likely have that strong H forever, but it gives them character. )

You’re really good at this. ( Said to no one in particular, but he does mean Lalli. This is somewhat unexpected still, considering Lalli originally wanted no part of his Lizard babysitting job. Oh how the tides have tabled. Turned tides? Tide turning? He’s drunk. ) Do you ever take them out? I do, but I don’t know if they know how to get back home properly. Your scouting should come in handy for that.

[The question breaks him out of 1. basking in praise, and 2. thinking up the next Perfect Word.]

Mrt?

That...hadn't occurred to him, honestly. He removes his gaze from the other two, instead focusing on the slap of meat and cutting it into bitty cubes.]

...They're not mine. So...

[Is that really something he should do... He still feels somehow too inferior.]

( The sudden solemn atmosphere surprises Emil. If anything, he thought the response would be either “I already do, stupid” or “Yes, scouting is important.” Not...something gloomy. )

Is that because you don’t want them to be yours, or you don’t think they are? ( The question slips out of his mouth easily thanks to his alcohol-driven chattiness. To Emil, this has become a shared experience. He would definitely say Lisko was his, but pondering over whether they were Lalli’s...yeah, that felt right too. He just doesn’t know if Lalli’s somehow still bothered by this seemingly ordeal situation, or if he thinks Lisko is Emil’s and Emil’s alone.

His continued loose lips may save a little of the negativity, here: ) If you think I wouldn’t let you share, you’re wrong.

( Emil, they aren’t a toy or something...but the point stands. )

[The question might have been easy, but answering it is hard. If he's being honest...Lalli just hadn't thought about it. Trying to think on it now just elicited an even bigger feeling of "???????".]

So...ours...

[Both of theirs together. Hmn.]

( Emil nods casually, not thinking too much of it, for as much as it might mean to both of them, and as a unit. )

Well, you help with them. You worry about them. ( Maybe that’s not the right word? He doesn’t think about it too hard. ) And we all share the same space here, so it makes sense, doesn’t it...? As long as you’re okay with it.

( He’ll foist Lisko off on Lalli for the occasional nap and night babysitting, but even he won’t be so shitty as to make him a pseudo-co-parent without asking first. Shit’s important. )

[He can't find fault in Emil's reasoning, as much as his brain is automatically looking for one despite his longing. Why was he like this...

At any rate, Emil is leaving the decision to him. Reaching out a hand, should Lalli wish to take it. Together...]

...It sounds okay. [It sounded more than okay, but if he didn't get his hopes so high up, then maybe any happiness would be spared.] So I should take them out with me sometimes? On safer trips.

( The idea is much less impactful to Emil, but that doesn’t mean it’s not still exciting. Togetherness...he really likes that. Lalli accepting him as a person and friend, lizard or no lizard, is what he’s always wanted. This is progress. This makes him extremely happy. )

Sure! Nothing too exciting...like when you go out killing boar. ( Emil sizes up the rest of the boar, not wanting to picture how Lalli felled the beast on his own. Sheesh, boy. ) I’m sure they don’t want to spend all their time in this hut, and in case anything happens...well, it’s useful.

( He doesn’t like to think about Lisko going off and running around in the dangerous wilderness on their own, but they need to go outside and walk and play, and knowing where they are and how to get back is important. )

[Besides, there's all that world traveling nonsense that they'll have to wrap their future dinosaur brain around.]

Yeah. And then they can know how to come home. Home.

[Say it again, bitty bab.]

( Lisko looks at Lalli as Emil puts them down. They’re confused about this repeated noise, but usually that means they want them to say something. “Hohmohm?“ They put an extra M in there because they like that sound. Mmmmmmm. )

It’s also a good opportunity to teach them how to say more things! ( Emil, not thinking about how this is an open invitation for Lisko to know words like “knife” and shit. ) It doesn’t have to be all the time, either, since you stay up together at night too.

( He still wants his own daddy-child time!!! )

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