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[appliances]

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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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[ilves]

[Maybe some people have more sense than to take off their shirt inside a trashcan? Or maybe they're just not worrying about it at all. But ugh, how is he supposed to say what he's thinking. "I think I know what I want, but I'm less sure about what you want... and anyway, even if we do want the same thing, we can't keep going here? Because this can end at any time, and because you don't like this place. I don't think it's bad, but even though you're not whining about it, you still think it's bad, and I kind of care about what you like, so—"

Condensing all of that down into as few words as possible is a process, you see. It's why he remains silent for a few seconds longer, hand drifting up to splay against Emil's stomach as he thinks. Warm! ...Plus it's nice to catch his breath, to look at Emil from this angle for a little while longer, but some things... are best kept quiet.]

I... don't know how much longer we have. Until we wake up.

[You know, considering that they have no idea what time it actually is out there, this is true? Very true. Onni or Sigrun or some weird sheep person could shake them awake at any hour of the morning, which is reason alone to stop things from getting too out of hand. God forbid that Emil, like, rolls right out of his bed... this is why sleeping on the floor is ideal.]

[illequipped]

[Listen Lalli, it would not be that hard to just say all of those words in that order, or at least most of them. Emil is a good listener! He could interpret the abridged version, probably! It might be better than this strange not-quite-tension, because there's definitely a tension of its own kind between them, but it's not... He's lit up like an ancient stoplight, yes, but he's not entirely uncomfortable? Certain parts of him are very adamant about not making it weird as he is wont to do, so, uh, congratulations! He's trying his best.

But okay, Lalli has made... a point. Emil hums and slides his hand around to Lalli's back, where new and exciting things like touching bare skin are a little less intense. As for the point, Emil's train of thought is simpler than Lalli's, somehow: yes, doing whatever happens to feel best at any given time would be nice, even great!! But surely some arbitrary social rule concerning the timing would frown upon that, or... whatever.

Also the trash can thing.]

We are in the same house, you know. [Not that-- not that any kind of untoward fumbling without enough vocabulary between them is a great idea, but!!] Uh, that is to say, you don't have to look so troubled about it!

[Yes? He totally did the correct mind reading and got to the heart of the issue, right? So accurately, he's sure. He taps his fingers, considering for another moment before tugging Lalli to get back down here. Dream cuddle him now, thirst later.]

Come here. This is enough, isn't it? [please, he doesn't need another insecurity!!]

[ilves]

[One day, Emil can explain normal relationship timelines and watch Lalli try to piece things together. He never worries about the consequences of doing this or that when he's dealing with other people; he just does, and if people don't understand exactly where he's coming from... well, that's their fault.

Emil, though, is—hmm. What Lalli Wants is sometimes less important than What Makes Emil Happy, which is why Lalli feels an odd mixture of disappointment and relief when it becomes clear that things in this trash can are definitely winding down. He has a new thing to want more of? He can't help but to want more now? But Emil seems content to leave things as they are, and his hot take isn't... entirely inaccurate, so if this is enough for him—]

...Mmm.

[Yes, fine, he'll consider cuddling! After he places both hands on Emil's shoulders and gives them a little pull, of course, because if he's going to doze off—and he surely is, if they have enough time—he wants to do so curled up on his side. Coming closer can come after he's properly situated.]

But you have to come this way. [Which is why he should just roll in this direction with him? Things would certainly be easier if he wasn't being held so tightly, but desperate times call for desperate measures... and explanations, probably, so:] You're not comfortable.

[Not like this, anyway. Them's the breaks.]

[illequipped]

[Lalli will surely love Emil's explanation of the Relationship Bases, all 25 of them. He knows so much! Prepare.

Anyway: oh, pulling. Emil blinks at him, but alright, there's no harm in shifting to lie wherever Lalli wants him. Rolling back the makeouts didn't ruin the whole dream-evening, so he's feeling good about it--

oh wow never mind]

What? Of course I'm comfortable. You've seen me.

[He's not as soft as he once was, but life is a glorious tapestry and obviously Emil being physically immaculate in all ways except being pretty short is, like, a huge part of that. Not being comfortable is going to bruise his fragile ego... He has to be a whiny baby about this dumb thing, yes-- At least he's here on his side, cooperating, sort of.]