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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]

[Let him enjoy this stupid show in peace? Gosh! But really, those nudges are unnecessary; Lalli is obviously paying close attention to this show, enthralled with every step in the knife-forging process. It's one of those things he's never given any thought to, but now that he's seeing it? Sold. He could devour a season of this as easily as he devours a season of an intricate, beautifully shot drama, and in both cases... he'll have absolutely no idea what's going on.

Emil, however, seems to easily follow everything now, and that... certainly is impressive? Kind of. Maybe. It's why Lalli sneaks a glance back Emil's way every now and again, usually to find Emil already looking at him like he just knew what was coming. Ah? Weird, but not terrible. He's not... doing something wrong, is he...

...Hmm. He doesn't think so; he still feels, mmm, comfortable, but he also knows that he's a terrible judge of these things.]

Mhm. Probably? But a lot of it is junk.

[They sure do destroy a bunch of stuff on this show! Rad. But looking back at Emil once again reveals that they're both, like, sneaking peeks at one another like absolute idiots, which is why Lalli doesn't immediately turn back toward the television.]

...What?

[Quiet and, uh, a tad awkward. Why do you keep looking at him, Emil? Is there something he SHOULD know?]

[illequipped]

[Emil should... probably have slightly more shame than he does about being caught staring. This is kind of a weird thing that he's doing! And yet, somehow he doesn't have any shame at all... He's too pleased with how this afternoon is going to be embarrassed, what silliness.

Give him time; he'll humiliate himself later by accident and the world will right itself again. Until then, he feels strangely... confident? Everything's coming up Emil.]

Hmm? Oh- nothing, nothing. Just glad you're having a good time! [...] And you've got a hair, here...

[Out of alignment, that is, whatever alignment exists in Lalli's chosen hairstyle. There is a piece out of place and it's Emil's job to remedy this tragedy, so he reaches over to brush that hair back where it belongs. Hmm.]

You are having a good time, right? This is fun?

[On the TV in the background, dramatic forging crises. Fun??]

[ilves]

[Oh, his hair... hmm, indeed, even though it shouldn't be a big deal. It's just like when Emil fixed his hair last weekend, after the helmet made an absolute mess of it, and yet there's something... mmm, rather different about the gesture this time around? Not in a bad way, though; like, Lalli remains perfectly still as Emil reaches out toward him, eyes not leaving Emil's face, but when he feels that hand just barely brush against his forehead—ah. He feels warm for no real reason at all! Pleasantly warm, like he wants to lean into the touch instead of immediately pulling away from it...

But ah, right, that sure is... a question that he's been asked. Watch him blink once, slowly, as he forces himself to think of an answer. He's not been acting like he's having a bad time, has he? Is this why Emil keeps looking his way?]

Yes? [Wait, wait, let him be a bit more emphatic about this—] Yes. It's... a weird show, but I like it. Things happen so fast.

[And he has no idea what most of those things are? He'll need to watch, like, a full season before some of the terms sink in, but he's not worried about that; instead, he studies Emil for another second or two, unconsciously tilting his head the slightest bit. Sorry if that fucks up this hair-fixing attempt, Emil.]

Are you having fun?

[With him? Specifically? This is suddenly very, very important to him, current forging crisis be damned...]

[illequipped]

[Boy, don't move, how will he fix that hair— He's still going to, of course, just following the movement of Lalli's head with his hand, sliding his fingers back into that hair for... fixing. Innocent, friendly hair fixing. Lalli should look his best, you see, for, uh, Emil? That's pretty much what's happening here, but nobody has to say it aloud.

Anyway, hair aside, Lalli is having a good time! Which is great and makes Emil full-force beam at him for a moment.]

Hmm, me? I'm having lots of fun. [Watching some cool shows, indulging in this silly hair thing he's still somehow getting away with... There are even snacks! Truly, this is the weekend of champions.] I'm glad you came over.

[They're doing all kinds of hammering and welding back there on screen, but all of Emil's attention is on Lalli now. It's fine; he's seen this episode before. He has not seen this much Lalli up close before, which is infinitely more interesting. Check out those great cheekbones? Pretty eyes, even if he stares kind of intimidatingly... It's a Good Face, Emil has decided. A good face... that he is is... just staring at a little, this is fine.

Hmm, what if he just, a little bit, moved his hand and touched his cheek... Hmm... Oh too late, he's doing it!!]

Um- so. Dinner? After this episode?

[ilves]

[Emil is having a good time, Emil is happy that he's here, Emil is smiling at him while fussing with his hair—ah, so many things are happening all at once! So many overwhelming things, to be honest, and yet he doesn't feel uncomfortable; there's no urge to, like, scoot over to the far end of the couch, or to shove Emil away, because as strange as it seems, there's something undeniably... nice... about being close like this. Even when that hand drifts down to his cheek...

...Well. This is a much more intentional type of contact, something that causes him to suck in a quick, quiet breath as his eyes flick down toward his cheek. Has anyone ever touched him like this before? No, of course not. Everyone in Lalli's life knows better than to go for anything more than a quick shoulder pat, except, apparently, for Emil, and that is... no, this is—mmph. It's that pleasant warmth somehow kicked up another notch, all while his heart speeds up the very second he looks back into Emil's blue eyes. It's weird? It's worrying? And yet, against all odds, he likes it, which is why he finds himself almost-but-not-quite leaning into that touch.]

Ah—

[His throat is so dry? Damn. He should have been sipping on that weird apple juice this entire time, but alas—give him a second to (stupidly) clear his throat, all while he continues blinking back at Emil.]

Yes. [Listen to this broken record.] It's... almost over.

[He thinks. He's not even glanced back at the television in what feels like ages now, but that's just. Not important, even when it feels like this whatever-it-is is moving into some potentially awkward territory. Should he look away first? Probably, and yet...]