highly new, slightly improved open post

[appliances]

assorted morons

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optional prompts/ideas

☆ 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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[illequipped]

[Look, just accept awkward bumbling as part of Emil's whole existence as a person, because that's not going away anytime soon. He hesitates - should he apologize? Was this an insensitive thing to bring up? They both know why he's cold... nnnnh!!! It's too difficult; Emil's thought process swings the other way, say something nice, and then without actually pausing to consider his words he overcompensates—]

You can warm up with me whenever you want. [....hmm...] Uhhhhh, I mean, hmm...

Just not on my face?

[He needs that part of him to stay unmarred by the terrors of frostbite, specifically. Anyway, this clarification doesn't make what he said any less strange, so. Hmm.]

[ilves]

[...Hmm, indeed. On the one hand, it's surprising(ly nice) to hear an open invitation for this sort of closeness; on the other hand, what... a stupid way to actually say it. It's not as if he was trying to warm his hand on Emil's face in the first place! Duh!

Or: Literal Lalli strikes again, partly because he's dumb, but mostly because... he, too, is awkward. It's why Emil is soon on the receiving end of a bemused Look.]

I won't. Your face isn't warm.

[It's currently, like, the coldest part of him? Dummy. But while Lalli could point this out—while stupid is right there on the tip of his tongue—he settles for lightly pressing his trapped against Emil's chest, like he's proving some sort of point.]

It's... okay. Like this.

[It could be better, that's for sure; like, this twisted position he's currently in isn't the best, but fixing that while ensuring his hand stays right where it is requires a... shift! Moving from close to closer. Aha. Something to consider next time, he supposes, because considering it now is... well...]