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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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[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.

Then I would want to die. It'd smell terrible. And that stupid idiot…

[But if Tuuri had been here, in this even smaller space, and everyone could understand each other, and you could speak without speaking... He wonders if he would have known. If he could have kept her close in his sights so she couldn't... Hn.]

( Reynir. Imagine having to live in this hut, three grown men and a lizard. One of those men is Reynir, optimistically talking about one stupid thing or the other and maybe looking like he's going to obnoxiously cry sometimes.

God, Reynir.

Totally ignorant of Lalli's new line of thought, Emil sighs, half-contented and half-bleary. )

Sometimes I'm glad those others aren't here. I don't feel particularly bad about it either. I like Sigrun well enough, but it would be such a hassle to have to be with them even more...do you understand? ( It's not a relief at their not being abducted, but more like a..."thank god my coworkers aren't here because your shit gets really old really quick" feeling. ) It would be great to be back to get the mission over with and be home, but I can't say I'm upset with their absence here.

[It's so nice they have the same priorities. Lalli's busy drinking, so he only hums in agreement at first.]

Yeah... I'm glad it's you. I don't want them here, and I don't...think I want Onni here, either.

( Onni...oh yeah, that's his other cousin's name. Emil is trying but failing to remember how many times he's heard that name before. )

Onni...what's he like? Your other cousin. ( It's somewhat mysterious to him...on one hand, he certainly wouldn't want his family forced to go worldhopping with him, but that's more for their sake than his feelings about his crew members. Which is what Lalli feels for Onni? )

[Let's see, what's Onni like...]

Crybaby.

[SWIG]

( The snorty sound Emil makes in unattractive af. )

If that all? He sounds like a real character, then. ( Emil knows what Onni looks like, but all he can think about is a tall version of Lalli who's just sniffling all the time.

The stupid laughter continues; holy shit that's an image, alright. )

[It's charming, though... To Lalli's tipsy brain, it's charming.]

Mm. I guess so. He's just Onni.

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