[Come on, Lisko, you can have hugs instead of cake. That's all the positivity he can manage, right about now, and even then, it's about being selfish.]
They don't know that -- they get into everything of mine, no matter what.
( He would have shared if Lalli hadn't been insistent it was his. Now...not so much.
Actually, he's not even sure he can eat this right now. His stomach twists a little, only obviously upset to him right now. )
I should probably eat something that isn't cake, first. ( Uncharacteristically suddenly absorbed in his health, Emil puts down his retrieved knife and looks at his cake solemnly.
Sorry to any roommates coming and going who get a glimpse of this gay melodrama. )
[Lalli is floored. Is he so inconsiderate, or is he just an idiot?]
If you really don't want it, don't eat it! It's not like eating it or not eating it is going to change anything. I'll just leave. Make it easier for you.
[Aaand Yep, he's moving so he can find a way to safely hop down with Lisko still cradled against him. What a waste of cake and love.]
( Being grouchy that Emil didn't wake up to greet him...acceptable. Not understanding Lalli got him this gift and thus invoking a pissy attitude? Fine. This sort of Lalli demeanor, however, feels like more than just being peevish. As far as he knows, he said something more rude at Lalli's birthday party and all that happened then was some sass. )
Why are you so grumpy today? You don't have to leave! ( He'll eat, he'll eat, okay? He's cutting into it now, slicing a little more forcefully than he realizes. )
[He really doesn't get it. He doesnt get it, and Lalli doesn't really know why he expected otherwise. Why would he ever hope to get close to someone again?
He tried to fight it off. Everything was scary, and sure to sure, so he'd done his best to keep to himself. When he realized his heart beat harder around Emil, that he felt safer, that it was getting easier to smile...
The other people here didn't have this problem. They were normal, not broken like Lalli was. Not only had Emil not understood it was him that he was interested in, he had sounded dumbfounded that Lalli would even think about such a thing... And why shouldn't he? When Lalli was how he was... He bites hard at the inside of his cheek, like the pain in his chest isn't enough and that's going to encourage him not to make this same mistake again.]
No. I'm...tired. I'm going to go walk for a while.
( All of those small pricks of anxiety become sharp and piercing all of a sudden. It's rare, but if Lalli left right now, Emil wouldn't mind -- he doesn't know how to feel. He doesn't get what's really happening, though he thinks maybe he should. This was so quick and charged for some reason, he has to think about why. He doesn't want to, but that pressing knot in his throat and the magic he can feel literally heating his body...he has to.
"I'm not fighting," Lalli had said. This feels like fighting -- no, this feels worse. )
Do what you need to do. ( He can't help but think he's glad for sleep. He just took a nap, but he can surely take another. Lisko looks from Lalli, who they're clawing at to be held again, to Emil who slumps against the counter now, not making eye contact with anything but the floor. ) See you later.
[It's less fighting and more...flailing. Treading water because he's close to giving up. He looks down to Lisko, who isn't the source of all this pain, and...well...
Cautiously scooping them up, he sends a gentle pulse along the telepathic connection to Emil.]
I... Bye. I'll bring them back later.
[He'll have some lizardy hugs while he wonders why he doesn't cry if he feels so much like he could.
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[Come on, Lisko, you can have hugs instead of cake. That's all the positivity he can manage, right about now, and even then, it's about being selfish.]
It was meant to be yours. That's not a threat.
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( He would have shared if Lalli hadn't been insistent it was his. Now...not so much.
Actually, he's not even sure he can eat this right now. His stomach twists a little, only obviously upset to him right now. )
I should probably eat something that isn't cake, first. ( Uncharacteristically suddenly absorbed in his health, Emil puts down his retrieved knife and looks at his cake solemnly.
Sorry to any roommates coming and going who get a glimpse of this gay melodrama. )
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If you really don't want it, don't eat it! It's not like eating it or not eating it is going to change anything. I'll just leave. Make it easier for you.
[Aaand Yep, he's moving so he can find a way to safely hop down with Lisko still cradled against him. What a waste of cake and love.]
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( Being grouchy that Emil didn't wake up to greet him...acceptable. Not understanding Lalli got him this gift and thus invoking a pissy attitude? Fine. This sort of Lalli demeanor, however, feels like more than just being peevish. As far as he knows, he said something more rude at Lalli's birthday party and all that happened then was some sass. )
Why are you so grumpy today? You don't have to leave! ( He'll eat, he'll eat, okay? He's cutting into it now, slicing a little more forcefully than he realizes. )
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He tried to fight it off. Everything was scary, and sure to sure, so he'd done his best to keep to himself. When he realized his heart beat harder around Emil, that he felt safer, that it was getting easier to smile...
The other people here didn't have this problem. They were normal, not broken like Lalli was. Not only had Emil not understood it was him that he was interested in, he had sounded dumbfounded that Lalli would even think about such a thing... And why shouldn't he? When Lalli was how he was... He bites hard at the inside of his cheek, like the pain in his chest isn't enough and that's going to encourage him not to make this same mistake again.]
No. I'm...tired. I'm going to go walk for a while.
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"I'm not fighting," Lalli had said. This feels like fighting -- no, this feels worse. )
Do what you need to do. ( He can't help but think he's glad for sleep. He just took a nap, but he can surely take another. Lisko looks from Lalli, who they're clawing at to be held again, to Emil who slumps against the counter now, not making eye contact with anything but the floor. ) See you later.
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Cautiously scooping them up, he sends a gentle pulse along the telepathic connection to Emil.]
I... Bye. I'll bring them back later.
[He'll have some lizardy hugs while he wonders why he doesn't cry if he feels so much like he could.
Leaving Emil all alone. With his cake.]