[Ah... Unfortunately, there wasn't much of a difference between the two in the Hotakainen household, even before Onni became the head, and Lalli shrinks back some with the vaguest hint of distress thinning his lips and making him glance away. Shouldn't this...be a good thing?]
( The severity being taken as anger was completely unintentional but Emil barely stops going a mile a minute to notice. His body loses all tension and any horrific images of having to slit or stab at him are thrown out the window. Maybe the Gods are real.
He could also take this time to point out wow he was completely right!! Like he usually does, with the bonus of being actually correct this time, but not having to murder your friend isn't something to be smug about. )
Oh thank goodness. You're okay. ( This sighs out of Emil's body and he takes the rest of that itchy, horrible sweater off of his face. ) You're okay.
( Reiterating this for his own benefit. HE DOESN'T HAVE TO MURDER HIM, OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY HAD THAT DISCUSSION WHAT THE FUCK. )
[Lalli still thinks it was an important discussion to have.]
Yes.
[Just...going to reiterate that and cautiously reach up again to pat down some of that frazzled hair. He's sorry? Doesn't have the social acumen to say as much, but yeah. Something sort of like sorry, anyway.]
I don't feel sick. Are you...? [He was behind Lalli, symptom-wise, so is he going to get worse, or was this really all to do with how much of a loser failure he is since coming here...]
Yeah... ( At least he has to take a moment to make sure that's the truth. Nope, just normal levels of hungry. That was the only symptom he was exhibiting, so if that's fine then he's fine. ) Yeah, I'm fine.
( The patting is appreciated, by the way, and also suddenly makes him aware of his own 6th sense, a.k.a. how jacked his hair is at even given moment; he smooths it the rest of the way, excitedly continuing to talk while he does. )
I just. I half expected to wake up and for you to be half-furry creature -- well, not wake up, that was an accident, but. Thank goodness that's not what actually happened! ( where is sigrun to smack the shit out of him
But Emil inhales, finally satisfied with his appearance. ) ...I'm just really glad you're alright.
[At the mention of "half-furry creature", his lynx ears tip quizzically, like they're sapient and wondering why they're being forgotten about so soon. Lalli himself is about a half step behind, baffled by the possibility that if something had happened, he might have turned into something like the stupid batcats instead of a twisted horror of bone and flesh. He has to take a moment to wonder which he'd honestly prefer. He supposes it doesn't really matter -- by that point, there wouldn't be enough of him left to really care about that sort of thing.]
...Mrh. [Speaking of which!! He pushes his fingers into Emil's forehead.] You are lucky. You fell asleep.
[Emil!!! But Lalli rests his chin on the bed to watch his friend curiously.]
( Can you imagine? The true hell of turning into something he hates. With lynx ears he's already a quarter of the way there.
It's surprising to him that Lalli touches him like this, mostly because...wtf are you doing. )
I didn't mean to fall asleep. ( Kind of embarrassing but nothing ended up happening so!! Does it matter...maybe, but not to him right now. ) Everything turned out alright...
But thanks. I don't think...there was a lot to worry about with me.
( The way Emil says this trails off as the sentence comes out of his mouth in realization. The fact Lalli is glad he's okay isn't odd -- satisfying, but not odd. It's more the idea that, gulp, yeah...if Lalli had been right about being infected, he would have had a lower level infection too, with or without breathing in his friend's supposed zombie germs.
Kind of harrowing, but it was hard to focus on it when all he was was hungry and Lalli looked two steps away from dead. )
( Being awake is weird...Lalli is weird, water is wet.
The question is a stirring one. On one hand, he's definitely sure this was all like he said!! A normal illness!! But if Lalli is right -- and he was fully prepared to believe Lalli a few hours ago -- then they could be going through a repeat apocalypse. )
( Ah, yeah...this isn't even his room, either. Is he going to be punished for being here? People seem to be weird about stuff like this.
He's not sure of anyone sick in his own dorm but he's suddenly concerned for them, even though he's again not sure what much he has to offer. Now he's out of blankets...gotta put that on the shopping wishlist. )
Good idea. ( Emil agrees, sliding off of the bed and taking his (horrible) sweater mask with him. Is his hair okay? Hold on -- it is now. ) You don't feel weird after the sickness at all? Everything's normal?
( Which is code for several different things, like "Don't push yourself." and "I'll be worried while you're braving the wasteland." )
( You know what he means, Lalli...or wait, maybe you don't. )
Yes, yes, the sleeping thing. Just watch your stomach.
( Also fine, Emil will collect his offerings from Lalli's nest -- oh no he touched one of the Birch blankets. He could cry, it's so soft. The rest of it is collected as he searches the floor, picking up any food stuff leftovers he finds. He may or may not have seen that aforementioned cat-bat pile and made a small squeaky noise. )
Tell me if you find anything out. You know, with the communication thing you called me on.
[On the bright side, he gave the majority of the corpses away and took care of the remaining one, so it's just a collection of small, newly-cleaned bones. Maybe he ate a chicken yesterday. You don't know.]
It's a cell phone, but it's not. [THANKS LALLI] I guess they used to make phones like this in the old world. Do you... [He casts a doubtful look at Emil. He figured out how to answer and reply to texts, but...]
( Tbh it could be the skeleton of a rat gone unnoticed from before Lalli even got there, Emil's just not here for bones.
He peeks over the bed from where he is on the floor then stands up, done reaching for the cracker wrapped Lalli left there. He's vaguely familiar with cell phones -- there may have been a diagram in a book once. )
Yeah. ( He even wags his communicator in the air for a second as he heads to the door, tucked into his palm with Lalli's cracker garbage. ) Just be careful.
( With that he slips out and heads down the stairs, letting out a very long and exhausted sigh, not about to argue about carefulness. Emil won't be entirely convinced he's got nothing to stress over until he sees a normal person wandering around -- for his sake and for Lalli's. )
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...Yes? I am okay. Yes.
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He could also take this time to point out wow he was completely right!! Like he usually does, with the bonus of being actually correct this time, but not having to murder your friend isn't something to be smug about. )
Oh thank goodness. You're okay. ( This sighs out of Emil's body and he takes the rest of that itchy, horrible sweater off of his face. ) You're okay.
( Reiterating this for his own benefit. HE DOESN'T HAVE TO MURDER HIM, OH MY GOD THEY ACTUALLY HAD THAT DISCUSSION WHAT THE FUCK. )
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Yes.
[Just...going to reiterate that and cautiously reach up again to pat down some of that frazzled hair. He's sorry? Doesn't have the social acumen to say as much, but yeah. Something sort of like sorry, anyway.]
I don't feel sick. Are you...? [He was behind Lalli, symptom-wise, so is he going to get worse, or was this really all to do with how much of a loser failure he is since coming here...]
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( The patting is appreciated, by the way, and also suddenly makes him aware of his own 6th sense, a.k.a. how jacked his hair is at even given moment; he smooths it the rest of the way, excitedly continuing to talk while he does. )
I just. I half expected to wake up and for you to be half-furry creature -- well, not wake up, that was an accident, but. Thank goodness that's not what actually happened! ( where is sigrun to smack the shit out of him
But Emil inhales, finally satisfied with his appearance. ) ...I'm just really glad you're alright.
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...Mrh. [Speaking of which!! He pushes his fingers into Emil's forehead.] You are lucky. You fell asleep.
[Emil!!! But Lalli rests his chin on the bed to watch his friend curiously.]
I am glad you are alright, too.
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It's surprising to him that Lalli touches him like this, mostly because...wtf are you doing. )
I didn't mean to fall asleep. ( Kind of embarrassing but nothing ended up happening so!! Does it matter...maybe, but not to him right now. ) Everything turned out alright...
But thanks. I don't think...there was a lot to worry about with me.
( The way Emil says this trails off as the sentence comes out of his mouth in realization. The fact Lalli is glad he's okay isn't odd -- satisfying, but not odd. It's more the idea that, gulp, yeah...if Lalli had been right about being infected, he would have had a lower level infection too, with or without breathing in his friend's supposed zombie germs.
Kind of harrowing, but it was hard to focus on it when all he was was hungry and Lalli looked two steps away from dead. )
Just. Thanks.
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...Being awake right now is weird. Do you think everyone is okay?
[What if it's just because they're immune... ALSO what do you mean those were two very different topics he introduced?]
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The question is a stirring one. On one hand, he's definitely sure this was all like he said!! A normal illness!! But if Lalli is right -- and he was fully prepared to believe Lalli a few hours ago -- then they could be going through a repeat apocalypse. )
Maybe. ...I want to think so. But I don't know.
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I will go find out, since I am awake.
[He wasted too much time fearing death last night. Time to make himself useful.]
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He's not sure of anyone sick in his own dorm but he's suddenly concerned for them, even though he's again not sure what much he has to offer. Now he's out of blankets...gotta put that on the shopping wishlist. )
Good idea. ( Emil agrees, sliding off of the bed and taking his (horrible) sweater mask with him. Is his hair okay? Hold on -- it is now. ) You don't feel weird after the sickness at all? Everything's normal?
( Which is code for several different things, like "Don't push yourself." and "I'll be worried while you're braving the wasteland." )
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He straightens up with a small frown, but there's a distracted look in his eyes that say he's running an internal diagnostics test.]
...No. I do feel weird. [Anomaly detected!] I already said I did? I'm not usually awake right now, except when you would make me.
[General you, of course. Mostly Tuuri and Sigrun.]
My stomach hurts a little, but I don't think it will be a problem.
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Yes, yes, the sleeping thing. Just watch your stomach.
( Also fine, Emil will collect his offerings from Lalli's nest -- oh no he touched one of the Birch blankets. He could cry, it's so soft. The rest of it is collected as he searches the floor, picking up any food stuff leftovers he finds. He may or may not have seen that aforementioned cat-bat pile and made a small squeaky noise. )
Tell me if you find anything out. You know, with the communication thing you called me on.
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It's a cell phone, but it's not. [THANKS LALLI] I guess they used to make phones like this in the old world. Do you... [He casts a doubtful look at Emil. He figured out how to answer and reply to texts, but...]
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He peeks over the bed from where he is on the floor then stands up, done reaching for the cracker wrapped Lalli left there. He's vaguely familiar with cell phones -- there may have been a diagram in a book once. )
Do I what?
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...Know how to use it?
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Of course I know how to use it. It can't be that complicated...I communicated with you using it, didn't I?
( Parent up to remember this isn't...totally inaccurate??? But he's going to be a cell phone grandpa for a week or two. )
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Mrh. [doubts] Okay. You will tell me if you find trouble. And I will tell you if there is good or bad news.
[Deal?]
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Yeah. ( He even wags his communicator in the air for a second as he heads to the door, tucked into his palm with Lalli's cracker garbage. ) Just be careful.
( With that he slips out and heads down the stairs, letting out a very long and exhausted sigh, not about to argue about carefulness. Emil won't be entirely convinced he's got nothing to stress over until he sees a normal person wandering around -- for his sake and for Lalli's. )