[It's stupid, Lalli, thanks for asking. Emil shrugs, totally ready to obliviously spoil his one good moment of praise by actually saying so out loud, but ah— ew Reynir. He frowns instead, face scrunching up in distaste about Reynir, you know, being in their general space.
The pettiness gets a chuckle out of him, at least. Friendship!]
Hah! You said it.
[Ridiculous... Do they have to go catch Kitty... nah. But sitting here in proximity to Others - even asleep! - is making him feel insecure about his language ability, because he exists, so! So.]
Do you want to go for a walk or something?
[Does he gesture in the air with two fingers... walking... yes. Let's go elsewhere, buddy.]
[Their shared life is a comedy of (Reynir's) errors, and it's fine? Somehow? They are always on the same wavelength for this sort of thing—and it's nice. Unfortunate for anyone caught in the crosshairs, yes, but it isn't like Lalli is thinking about, say, Reynir's feelings at this point in time. He's asleep, and he also happens to be, like, the most annoying person in the entire world; he doesn't count.
Or: Lalli could sit here for the foreseeable future, trash-talking Reynir and co. via fragmented sentences and creative sign language. They've done it before! It's a fine way to spend an evening, but as Lalli watches Emil's little finger-legs walk into the distance—ah. Well. A quiet hum as he glances back at their sleeping squad. There is Kitty, licking a paw while perched atop Mikkel's bulk, so...]
Maybe.
[Nah. It's a yes, which is why he easily slips to his feet, stretching his poor back a bit. That rock is not comfortable to lean back against; a walk might do him good.]
Not far. I need to—watch. [He's back to simple Finnish—and while looking back down at Emil, he can't help but to add:] You can't be loud.
[Jeez! Hitting him with the fake maybe is low, sir. He waves a hand up at Lalli, like, come on of course they can't go far, but anywhere that isn't this close to Reynir snoring is better than this spot. Obviously!]
I... [cannot remember "know" in Finnish, woops, lamely:] Yes.
[Anyway! If the rule is he has to speak Finnish for the rest of the evening, then he'll be silent as the grave, but don't torture him like that. He stands, taking a moment to brush himself off and make sure his hair is both leaf-free and immaculate, then he gives Lalli that Look again. The chipper one, because he's getting what he asked for, see.]
[Lalli doesn't know how Reynir's stupid spell works, but he does know that it only works in a very, very small area—so really, going for a walk is a bit of a risk? It could attract undue attention...
...But Reynir is very annoying, and Lalli is a very good scout, so... it should be fine, he thinks. As long as they don't wander too far from Reynir's dirt drawing, everything should be fine—nd the slight risk is worth it, really, because ah, look at that: Emil is smiling at him once more. Something flips within Lalli's chest? It isn't an altogether unpleasant thing, but words, shwords; time to go for the classic Lalli Noise™ that is:]
Hmh.
[Emil's hair is perfect, as always, but does that stop Lalli from reaching out to give it one final pat before turning away? Nope.]
To the— [wait for it, wait for it, we are switching from Finnish to Swedish for this one word:] —träd.
[A hair patting, Swedish word combo?? The appreciation levels are off the charts, sir! But quietly, because he's got it on the brain for the next two minutes and not a second longer.]
Right! Okay!
[He takes a step, then stops short immediately like the fool he is and looks at Lalli. Now, very good Swedish, love that, but...]
[Thank you, thank you, he has now Mastered the Swedish language; there is absolutely nothing left for him to learn, even as it takes him a few seconds of puzzling to piece together what, exactly, Emil said while giving him such a Look. Of course there are many trees here, sir! This is Finland! But since Emil should just read Lalli's mind, Lalli's expression turns flat.]
The big tree. [Stupid!!] We can climb it? To see the stars.
[Stars... pretty. Lalli has a hunch that Emil might enjoy looking at them more than looking at all the träds in the area, but—oh? Wait a second.]
Can you climb? You're clumsy.
[Good luck parsing this, Emil. At least the mile criticism is definitely conveyed through tone.]
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The pettiness gets a chuckle out of him, at least. Friendship!]
Hah! You said it.
[Ridiculous... Do they have to go catch Kitty... nah. But sitting here in proximity to Others - even asleep! - is making him feel insecure about his language ability, because he exists, so! So.]
Do you want to go for a walk or something?
[Does he gesture in the air with two fingers... walking... yes. Let's go elsewhere, buddy.]
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Or: Lalli could sit here for the foreseeable future, trash-talking Reynir and co. via fragmented sentences and creative sign language. They've done it before! It's a fine way to spend an evening, but as Lalli watches Emil's little finger-legs walk into the distance—ah. Well. A quiet hum as he glances back at their sleeping squad. There is Kitty, licking a paw while perched atop Mikkel's bulk, so...]
Maybe.
[Nah. It's a yes, which is why he easily slips to his feet, stretching his poor back a bit. That rock is not comfortable to lean back against; a walk might do him good.]
Not far. I need to—watch. [He's back to simple Finnish—and while looking back down at Emil, he can't help but to add:] You can't be loud.
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[Jeez! Hitting him with the fake maybe is low, sir. He waves a hand up at Lalli, like, come on of course they can't go far, but anywhere that isn't this close to Reynir snoring is better than this spot. Obviously!]
I... [cannot remember "know" in Finnish, woops, lamely:] Yes.
[Anyway! If the rule is he has to speak Finnish for the rest of the evening, then he'll be silent as the grave, but don't torture him like that. He stands, taking a moment to brush himself off and make sure his hair is both leaf-free and immaculate, then he gives Lalli that Look again. The chipper one, because he's getting what he asked for, see.]
Let's go! [ah-- quieter:] Let's go?
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...But Reynir is very annoying, and Lalli is a very good scout, so... it should be fine, he thinks. As long as they don't wander too far from Reynir's dirt drawing, everything should be fine—nd the slight risk is worth it, really, because ah, look at that: Emil is smiling at him once more. Something flips within Lalli's chest? It isn't an altogether unpleasant thing, but words, shwords; time to go for the classic Lalli Noise™ that is:]
Hmh.
[Emil's hair is perfect, as always, but does that stop Lalli from reaching out to give it one final pat before turning away? Nope.]
To the— [wait for it, wait for it, we are switching from Finnish to Swedish for this one word:] —träd.
[Appreciate! Him!]
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Right! Okay!
[He takes a step, then stops short immediately like the fool he is and looks at Lalli. Now, very good Swedish, love that, but...]
Lalli, this a forest.
[Which tree! Lead him somewhere, he's incapable.]
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The big tree. [Stupid!!] We can climb it? To see the stars.
[Stars... pretty. Lalli has a hunch that Emil might enjoy looking at them more than looking at all the träds in the area, but—oh? Wait a second.]
Can you climb? You're clumsy.
[Good luck parsing this, Emil. At least the mile criticism is definitely conveyed through tone.]