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Uh, what-- [Boy, please, let him rock snuggle. It is truly a tragedy for Lalli and only Lalli that Emil is not a twig and his grip remains stalwart with minimal effort in the face of this... struggle. This wiggling around and tugging on him, which takes him a second to parse.]

Oh-- sorry, you don't appreciate that? Um, hmm-- [How can he just not hug!! He compromises by letting go of Lalli with one arm, raising that hand to wiggle his fingers for emphasis that he's Let Go while his other hand lingers vaguely by Lalli's waist. See? Not squeezing! He's cooperating! Please tell him this is what "not long minute" actually meant to convey because he understood the words and that's as far as he got. They need to work on complete sentences, too...]

Like this? What do you want to do?

[The truth... is that Lalli could have formed a simple sentence there if he'd tried, but he's in a hurry! Plus he's already put so much effort forth today, so please, just trust him. Quietly. That is an awful lot of Swedish being hurled his way...]

Pfh!

[But okay, okay. Being held with one arm is not as helpful as being cut loose, but Lalli is flexible enough to make this work; he just has to, you know push himself back, almost to the point of falling, in order to make room for him to sling one leg over and around Emil as he turns to fully face him. It's a tedious, graceless process, but after a bit more maneuvering: there. Now he's straddling instead of sitting side-saddle, which is... something to think about, perhaps, but he focuses on slipping his arms over Emil's shoulders and leaning in once again. Being close is better when he doesn't have to stay all twisted around! Now he can easily return a hug in full.

...Or, like, tilt his head against one arm just to press a quick kiss to the side of Emil's neck? Because after a split-second's consideration, that's what he does.]

[Whoa okay there's a lot of leg stuff happening here all of a sudden!! Emil sputters, half surprised and half wondering if Lalli is going to topple backwards off his lap, and he leans back a little himself to avoid getting, like, kneed in the face or something. It's very delicate, this leg action...

But now Lalli is really-for-real straddling his lap, and Emil looks faintly amazed about this reality as he slides his other arm back around Lalli's waist again. Oh. Oh yeah, that's different, that's markedly different from the other position--!! And kissing his neck, god, it's a wonder he hasn't exploded.

Instead he makes a genuinely dumb noise, like "buhh," and tilts his head the other way. Helpfully. You know, in case Lalli wants to do that again with less of Emil's hair all in his face. If he really wants.]

Okay, this is... new. [It's all new, but this is newer. He thinks about it, then trails his fingers from Lalli's lower back up his spine, idly. All the way up... and all the way down. Fun!]

[Next time he gestures for you to let go of him, Emil, maybe you should listen!! It's fine, though; this all worked out just fine, and Lalli is prepared to sit here for a few minutes, half-listening to whatever is said to him as he decides whether or not he enjoys sitting like this.

Answer: Probably, which bumps up to a yes when he hears that dumb noise, and then leaps all the way up to a definitely the very second Emil's fingers begin working their way up his spine. Ah, but that's—it's a surprise that causes him to twitch, to exhale sharply against Emil's exposed neck before instinct propels him to go in for another kiss. And then another? And then another, this one so desperate that he winds up raking his teeth across the skin. Yes, this is very new indeed... and also very sloppy, but hopefully the excitement more than makes up for the lack of finesse. Lalli just wants more! Of everything! Dunk him in a chilly stream.]

[This is no longer a Christian side-hug, damn, Lalli. Or: Emil is so mystified by the simplest act of kissing his neck that of course he makes no move to dunk Lalli anywhere or do much of anything to curb his thirst, as it were. Now who is the messy one...

Ah, but, teeth--]

Hah, Lalli— [watch those chompers!!! This is all from Emil, a vague murmur of Lalli's name while he continues his casual exploration of Lalli's back. He may be skinny, but there are so many places for Emil to put his hands, so here he goes. Every, like, second or third press of Lalli's mouth against his neck kind of makes him fumble like he's forgotten how to move his fingers up and down, but that's Lalli's fault so he should take responsibility.]

[Oh, and there it is—his name. The hands kind-of-sort-of running up and down his back are a nice, shivery sort of distraction, yes, but something about hearing Emil say his name like that makes him feel... proud? Pleased, certainly, and he pauses a moment, lips still pressed to Emil's neck as he hums approvingly once more. It's one of those things he didn't know that he wanted until he did, but now... yes, now he wants to hear his name again, or listen to Emil make more dumb noises. Something. He's figuring this out as it happens.

So back to kissing he goes, trying not to miss a beat as he pulls his arm out from under his head and wonders what, exactly, to do with it. Hand back on the chest? He lays it there for a moment, but... no, no. That's been done before; that won't get the reaction he's hoping for, which is why he slides it down and around to Emil's hip, fingers working their way under the hem until he's able to slip his hand right under the shirt. There! Now he can touch Emil's side just like Emil has been touching his, but instead of feeling a stupid shirt, he gets to press his hand against warm skin. His hand is probably cold? He's not the slightest bit sorry about it.]

[Humming against his neck? That's practically obscene... Emil resists the urge to squirm a little if only because Lalli is sitting in his lap still and he is enjoying all of this new and exciting attention, so. This is the price of making out.

That said, Lalli's hand is quite cold actually thank you, the suddenness of cold hand on skin making him sort of involuntarily sit up straighter and sputter. Hello!! Whoa!!]

Lalli, I just said— [Maybe not "just" but he did say those needy hands were cold, like, a few minutes ago. He's sticking to it, but also, don't... not touch him? Hmm.] Warn me next time!

[Boy... He pauses, figuring this is a thing worth trying to say in Finnish, so:] Next time, say a thing. Go ahead.

[Aha! There's his name again, even if the way in which it was said was not exactly ideal. And that reaction... well, as into this as Lalli clearly is, the little jump still causes him to finally break away from Emil's neck and pull back just far enough to see his face. Too much? Ah, wait, he's seen that expression before; it means that he's trying to find the right Finnish words, so—

—so say a thing, apparently. Huh. Lalli's brow furrows for a second, but only for a second; then his face smooths right back over as he pulls his other arm—the one still resting on Emil's shoulder—back between them. If that's how Emil wants this to go, then that's how this is going to go! Almost. Just give him a moment to bring that hand down to Emil's other side, to hover right there by the bottom of his shirt before Lalli offers a very simple:]

Cold.

[Aaaaand then that hand is sliding under the shirt and up to Emil's ribcage! Quickly, too, because hey—he told Lalli to say a thing. Love him.]

[Emil looks at Lalli looking at him and thinks, yes, of course, they've made a breakthrough of understanding here— and it seems like they have enough, because he knows that smug look well enough by now to know that Lalli is going to do something. Cold, he says, ah—]

Wait, hold on— [Just saying "cold" doesn't make his hands less cold!! Emil plucks at the back of Lalli's shirt, like that will help or slow down his greedy hands or something, but it's too late. He does the exact same sputtering jolt thing as a moment ago, this time a little more indignant than surprised.

He manages to be indignant for all of a few seconds before he's somehow super endeared, because that's what Lalli's dumb smug face needs-- encouragement. Emil's sputter ends in a laugh and he slides one hand around to grab Lalli's elbow before he gets cold hands all over. Boy!!]

You know that's not what I meant!

[Yes, he knows, but he also knows that Emil's laugh means that risky move was well worth it. How many people does he want to actually amuse? How many people does he pat and preen and learn stupid Swedish words for, just because he likes to see them smile? Answer: only one, and it just so happens to be the person he's looking at right now. Hmm.

But even though he's feeling disgustingly soft and it possibly shows on his face, he still gives Emil a little shrug—one that clearly means, "Did I know that? Maybe."—before leaning closer to plant a quick peck on Emil's cheek. An apology kiss? A victory kiss? He can take it as he will, but Lalli's hands are staying right where they are. Emil is nice and toasty... getting warm is the real prize.]

[So he's a heater, he sees how it is... Lalli is lucky he's cute and Emil likes him so much, or his bony ice cube hands wouldn't be allowed to stay where they are. Emil squeezes his elbow a little, like, leave this hand where it is... then he slips his arm back around Lalli's waist with a little pat on the back. Yes, dear, you're very clever.]

Yooouuu... are being difficult.

[But in a fun way, sort of? This Swedish babble doesn't seem irritated in the least, so good job, cold hands. He turns his head to give Lalli a cheek kiss of his own with a little hum, satisfied despite the icy groping. Please.]

[Whatever, Emil. Whaaaaatever. Lalli is in an exceptionally good mood, especially now that his hands are warm and he's being kissed on a semi-frequent basis; he is perfectly content to sit here and kiss Emil even more, or simply rest his shoulder on Emil's shoulder as he continues enjoying this closeness. They have time.

Just not, like, too much time. Icelandic food is weird, but they still have to get back to Reynir's home before dinner is set on the table; then they have to, you know, suffer through a very loud meal, and then help clean up because it's the polite thing to do (whatever that means), and then get pulled apart to do various other things. Lalli, of course, winds up spending more time with Onni, sitting in a silence that he used to enjoy, but that now feels... well, not bad? It's just like something is missing. Sure, staring at his feet gives him plenty of time to think about strange feelings and exciting events, and yet it seems as if spending the past few months with normal-ish people has made him appreciate... talking... a bit more than he did before. Maybe. Possibly. ...It's something else to think about.

But when everything is said and done with, it's somewhat of a relief to crawl under his own bed and pull the covers over his head. It was a good day! A great day, even, but with all of the trying, all of the new things... look, he's very, very tired. It's why it takes him no time at all to drift right off to sleep.

And... wake up in his dreamspace? Well, okay—"wake up" is a generous term. He's semi-conscious at best, stretched out in something that's nice and dark and, hmm, slightly familiar, but does he care about where he is at this very moment? Does he care that there's something There beside him? No, because while this venue is new, the person he can hear breathing is someone he fully expected to slide into his dream again. He can safely deal with all of this... in five more minutes...]

Edited 2018-12-08 07:22 (UTC)

[For all that Emil loves to run his mouth and brag about his accomplishments, and as much as kissing a boy a bunch of times is an accomplishment(!!), well-- he doesn't have anyone around here he'd actually like to share that with. It's not any of their business! So when he and Lalli slink back to Sheep House and he gets dragged, again, into whatever nonsense Sigrun desperately needs him for - well, he's distracted the entire time. It's not his fault; how can he be expected to focus when all he wants to think about is Lalli, and kissing Lalli, and grabby cold hands--

Well it's not a bad evening by any means, but unlike Lalli, Emil is too wired to immediately fall asleep when everyone drifts off to bed. He wants... something; he isn't sure what, maybe just ten seconds alone with Lalli to kiss him goodnight. That would be nice! But there are just too many people in this house, and inevitably he gives up and goes to bed without any smooches. Sad. He's probably sulking a little, but no one has to witness it, so it's not even a productive sulk!! He falls asleep purely because he's bored and needs attention...

...And somehow, he's surprised when he blinks himself "awake" in yet another shared dream, although that could be entirely because they're in a tiny dark space instead of at that perfectly nice dock with the ducks?? What's going on-- aha.]

Oh, come on. I can't possibly be expected to stay in here.

[Whine, whine. Maybe if he shuts his eyes really tight, they'll get bounced into another dream spot... Right? That's how it works? This is what he'll be doing whenever Lalli feels like joining him here in the Conversation Zone.]

[Ugh, but the Conversation Zone requires effort! Lalli is tired... and also fully aware that talking is unavoidable, even if it does take him a solid minute or so to finally crack one eye open. Ah, yes—he definitely remembers this place. What a weird place to wind up? Cozy, though, because as someone who enjoys sleeping under things, he is totally fine with napping in an oversized can so long as there is no danger of being skewered. This is fine. Actually, here—]

It's not that bad.

[Better now than then, anyway. And he almost follows that up with "At least we don't have to hold onto the lid this time," but then he sees that stupid look on Emil's face and he just can't help but to ask:]

...What are you doing?

[Boy, that is a look of intense concentration?? Is he trying to, like, poof back to his own dream...]

[No, it's dirty and it smells. His dream sweater is going to get all gross! Please sympathize with his terrible plight, Lalli. He's still making that stupid face, opening one eye to see if his great plan worked.

Hmm, no.]

I was trying to get back to where we were before, but apparently that's not how it works. [But they've already been over how Lalli doesn't know how the dream stuff works either, so he's not going to press the issue. Hi, Lalli.]

I guess this is it. [Ssssooooo...] Well, hi.

[Aaaand Lalli promptly closes his eye once more, because that's dumb, Emil. That's so dumb. But it's also a very Emil thing to do, which is why, after finally opening both eyes to properly look over at his boy, Lalli reaches up to pat him on the cheek. Poor, poor baby.]

Hi. [And that's all he has!! No, no... just give him a second to yawn, to stretch his legs out as best while he thinks of something to say. "Today was nice?" "I like kissing you?" Ah... hmm...

...Okay, so that one word apparently is all he has. Help...]

[Ah, condolences... that's his boy. Emil looks at him for a long moment after he just says hi, waiting... Alright, cool, so it's still his job. That's fair, he's used to it. He reaches over the extraordinarily short distance to brush some of Lalli's hair behind his ear. What to say that is both about kissing and casual... hmm...]

You ran off to bed before I could say goodnight. [sleepy jerk] Give me a minute next time!

[Sleep: Lalli's one true love. Anyway, tracking Emil down just before bedtime is not a thing he's ever really done before! He wonders, briefly, if this is just something that... friends... are expected to do, then tries to tilt his cheek up into that hand before it slips away. Attention...]

Okay? [Note taken.] But if you needed me for something, you knew where to find me.

[Under his bed? Like, this makes perfect sense to him? He's doing great.]

[Lalli, please, get with the romance. Emil slides his hand back to cup his cheek once Lalli leans after it, giving him a Look. Babe. Please.]

That's... fair, I guess. But I meant I wanted to, you know, kiss you goodnight. People do that.

[Why does he feel like he has to defend his dorky desire for goodnight kisses? This is silly.]

[Getting a kiss just because he's about to go to sleep... whoa. That slight widening of his eyes means that Lalli is officially on board, but stop giving him that Look, please. He's not the only silly one here! Emil still could have just walked into his room... that he may or may not be sharing with Onni. Ah.

...Okay, well, he'll just pointedly ignore that fact as he places a hand over Emil's.]

You can kiss me goodnight now?

[In this TRASH CAN.]

Edited (fuck this phone) 2018-12-08 21:28 (UTC)

[In this garbage can, boy?? Emil makes another face much to that effect - it's a can for garbage! Ancient trash! But it's a dream can right now, so... Alright, so good enough; he leans in to kiss him with a little hum, despite all the garbage.]

Technically, we're already asleep. [But dream kisses are still good! 10/10! He gives him another quick peck as a bonus.]

I don't think your cousin likes me very much, so you might have to come find me.

[A kiss is a kiss, no matter their state or what they're surrounded by. Lalli is pleased, but, uh, maybe a little less so when Onni is brought up. Ah, so the dreaded Talking begins... he looks right off to the side.]

...Mmm. [So, like, total agreement with all that was just said! Nice! But while Lalli isn't all that great at cushioning blows, he still finds himself drumming his fingers against the back of Emil's hand as he thinks of how to better explain this.] He... hasn't met a friend of mine before.

[And there's a lot that goes with that? About their family dynamic, and Onni's protective nature, but Lalli looks back at Emil and goes for something else, instead.]

I've never had one. Before you.

[It's not something he ever cared about, either, so that's spoken as calmly as everything else. Water is wet, the sky is blue, I never thought I'd like someone until I met you...]

[Thanks, he loves that... Actually, Emil finds that while he has nothing against Lalli's cousin necessarily and doesn't not want to make a good impression, it's-- secondary? At the start of this mission he'd be a shambles trying to fix whatever it is he seems to have done, but now, well. Lalli likes him, sooo... he's good!

That's Character Development. He still scoffs, smoothing his thumb over Lalli's cheekbone.]

Hmmm. Well, it's not like we have to tell him about the rest. [The kissing and being generally soft as hell, that is.] Unless he stops looking at me like I'm crazy first!

[Hmph!! Loud Swede vs. silent Finn, the heat is on.]

...I, um, I haven't had any friends before either. Certainly not any I was kissing.

[No, they don't have to tell Onni anything, because he'll eventually figure it out all on his own. Lalli knows this for a fact, just like he knows that he won't hide anything if Onni ever questions him, but! It's fine! Things keep changing, for good and for bad, but Onni is family; he'll always be there when Lalli needs him.

So instead of worrying about that particular bridge, Lalli pulls a face—one that screams, "Yeah, good luck with that"—before focusing on the other topic at hand. No prior kissing friends? Well, it's nice to know they're both in completely new territory here, but also: hmm. What is that supposed to mean about friendship??]

I never kissed anyone. I didn't want to. [Just throwing that out there, since this is apparently a trash can confessional, before he slides his hand down to encircle Emil's wrist.] But I kissed you, and we're still friends.

[There's not enough of a lilt at the end of that sentence to make it a true question, but... maybe he's curious? Maybe he's thinking back to the very first smooch of the day, wondering what, if anything, that changed about their relationship as kisses Emil's palm yet again. Explain!!]

[Please, let him believe that he's capable of charming another weird Finn. But less than he charmed Lalli, because he only really needs one Finn, etc etc. Anyway. They sure are sharing these personal details... in the dream trash. Emil fidgets a little to get his free arm under his head for a nice comfortable pillow, considering.

Well!! Words mean things, but-!!]

Of course we're still friends. [He's keeping this friend, that's a nonissue. The, ah, other part-] But— more, too? I thought that was what happened this afternoon.

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