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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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( His ego boost is gone as quickly as it came. That moment when you also have a lot to learn. )

Fine, fine...deal. ( Though assuredly he won’t like being called an idiot and will make that known quickly. This mood dip doesn’t last long on account of the liquor still settling inside him. ) Magic isn’t such a big deal now...I’ve got my own and it’s pretty great! I’m sure I can come around on other strange magical things — your magic is pretty intriguing, honestly. You can make smoke move...sometimes I wonder what else you can do.

( He feels a bundle of words ready to come out of this mouth suddenly and they spill over, totally unfiltered. The only thing stopping him cheerfully babbling more is the fact he takes another sip again, lips otherwise occupied now. )

[Did he not...expect to also have a lot to learn... That's what started this whole conversation!!!]

Pffh, your magic is nothing like mine, mine's great... [But as he brushes away Emil's accomplishment of I Can Make Fire, he's snuggling in some. Warm soft boy!!] I can do lots. Mostly spirit stuff, so people like you can't see it.

( Don’t judge the reality dips of a person inebriated. It’s different when your friend verbalized it!!! )

That’s mostly. Which means there are things that aren’t mostly. ( He’ll pick up on the nuance of language when it pleases him, don’t @ him. There’s not much reaction to Lalli getting closer outside of some position adjustments. Also share your blanket, asshole, it’s cold in here. )

[ummm]

Hnn, more nature stuff... The big fire bird that helped us was Onni and Koko. I can't do that...

[Onni himself still hadn't woken up from it, and he was a lot stronger. Lalli would probably outright die from the attempt, but he has the sense to omit that information.

ALSO HE'S PRACTICALLY NAKED UNDER THERE, GET YOUR OWN FUCKIN BLANKET.]

( Maybe put clothes on you fuckin fetishist!! Emil sighs at the memory, bitter for the most part. He has to admit, though: despite falling on his ass afterwards, it was really cool to see that. )

Maybe one day...that was amazing. ( So much fire doing so much stuff!! Out of his gun!!

For real though like...don’t die. ) I wonder if I could do that if I tried hard enough. A big fire...thing! A fire anything I wanted, not just a bird! ( Emil will die instead. )

[HE DOESN'T EXACTLY HAVE A WEALTH OF CLOTHING]

Don't try in here.

[More a mumbled warning than anything urgent. Emil probably isn't that dumb.]

( Oh how that will soon change. At the very least he’s going to slip his feet under there. Socks alone aren’t cutting it and he’ll survive with his jacket on. )

I’m not an idiot. I want to make something as big as this hut! Too bad it’s raining, or I’d try outside.

( So dumb but not godtier dumb. )

[He’ll to put up with a shudder and a protesting whine from Lalli, as those colder feet touch on his barely-warmed skin, but after rearranging a little, most of the chills settle down. Unless you want him crawling in Emil’s lap, things might be as good as they’re going to get.]

Might be better to try when it’s raining...

( Slow down there, babe, they ain’t there yet. )

That would make it much more difficult. I can’t totally keep fire from being put out if there’s water involved. ( Like, it would be possible since that’s A LOT of fire but also he’s still not insanely good at this and he’s so comfortable right now...wishful thinking it will stay. ) It feels a lot better in here, anyway.

( Lisko, tired of only simple scratches and pets, does their best to crawl up Lalli’s blanket to find a place to sit amid the dips and corners of both of their bodies. A true cuddle party at last. )

Yeah. So you won’t burn down all the houses.

[The rain difficulty is a safety measure!!! He totally believes in you.

MUFFLED SCREECHING THOUGH]

Why are you both so cold!

Because it’s cold outside and you’re the one with the blanket.

( Usually he’d be sassy, but the question is answered so simply it makes him sound stupid for responding to something almost hypothetical. Thanks, booze. )

They’re a lizard, so staying warm is probably hard...no fur or hair. Or skin.

Gods, Emil, they have skin...

[THERE IT IS!!! BEING LIZARDY!!

But fine, Lalli will huff and hug Lisko to him while he...figures out the best way to share the warmth. It’s a lot of clumsy shuffling.]

Next place better have really soft clothes...

You know what I mean. It’s more like...not human skin! There’s a word for it, I think.

( Emil’s probably only heard the term cold-blooded once in his life, so there’s no way to accurately describe it now. He lets Lalli do what he pleases, content with however much he’s willing to do. )

Soft clothes, better food...less rain. I would prefer a bigger bed, too. A much better house, while it’s at it.

Why is there a word for not-human-skin, that's dumb...

[this is a long list, though...]

Oh. I like our house. I just wish it had more blankets.

( Our house........cool. )

It’s small, cramped and it leaks.

[gosh emil]

Well... I guess. [The leaking part, anyway. He takes another drink while he looks around.] It reminds me of where I lived back home. But not the leaking. Mostly.

( Despite being utterly familiar with the hut, Emil looks around it again, quite stupidly. This reminds Lalli of where he used to live...hmm. And he thought military barracks in Sweden were bad. This poor boy. )

Then I definitely hope wherever we go next has better houses. Something even better than those lizard suites, even! Real houses...yes, real houses would be best.

A real house would be weird.

[When was the last time he was in a real house, back in his world...? Well, there was the place in Mora, but that hardly counted as an answer. He was there for work reasons.]

What do you need all that space for?

( The question throws Emil for a moment. He hasn't thought about it so strongly. )

People...? ( That's the first thing he thinks of. That doesn't feel as right as it should. His house usually isn't very full...it also doesn't help his argument when he's only talking about two barely-adult males and a lizard. ) Well, it's better to have more space than you need than less. Wouldn't it be better to have your own space, too?

[He'd do a proper shrug if he wasn't a tangled ball of stick, lizard, and blanket. There's the general idea of it, though.]

If I need space, I go outside. Or under the bed. [But...] Do you need space?

[as Lalli and Lisko are cuddled up on him]

I'm sure everyone needs space. You just have to find enough space so that it's not cramped and aggravating, but not too much space so you feel lonely and like you live in an empty house all the time.

( Those are his drunk, overly wordy thoughts on the matter. ) Imagine having to stay in this hut forever -- two grown men and then a huge lizard alien. We'd be living on top of each other all day, every day. It's ridiculous to even think about!

[Well, he meant more immediately, but... Whatever. Steak and wine, what a decadent meal for their shitty little cabin, which gets another critical look. All three of them in here forever...]

We don't, though. We go outside, and the coven goes to other worlds, and we'll go home one day.

( Drunk Lesson #1: Be specific and maybe the person in question will be more understanding. )

It was rhetorical -- I'm sure we won't be trapped here forever. This level of space just isn't sustainable for long periods of time, no matter where you are.

( As an answer to a question misunderstood, Emil gets more comfortable, totally unbothered by this makeshift cuddlepile. At least everyone being smooshed together makes the cramped hut in question appear bigger. None of these things matter to Lisko, who switches between papping all three of them while gurgling nonsense syllables. You'll get there one day, baby lizard. )

[ummm]

...I guess I wouldn't know if you complained about this in the tank.

I didn't really. Well, having to sleep on top of one another in a confined space was horrible, but that's par for the course for military living. Doesn't mean I have to like it.

( Like...would anyone WANT to live with six people in one small area?? )

I grumbled about it to myself when it got frustrating.,, At least all of us aren't in this damned hut.

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