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[He felt like a failure after the first bite. A hungry failure. And then he had been an even bigger failure and let that hunger distract him for the second. He didn't even what to think about what Onni -- or worse, Grandma -- would have said about the third. His shame had made him limit himself even more for a while, but now he was fed, and had gotten rid of two of the corpses, and he can't let his embarrassment make him fail at checking up on his crewmate. Friend.
...Did Emil even know how these cell phone things worked? Maybe he should have made sure at some point. Whoops. Well, the noise would annoy him into figuring it out eventually, he's sure.
Probably.
Right?]
Eeemrrrrrrh...
[sleepy...]
...Did Emil even know how these cell phone things worked? Maybe he should have made sure at some point. Whoops. Well, the noise would annoy him into figuring it out eventually, he's sure.
Probably.
Right?]
Eeemrrrrrrh...
[sleepy...]
( Emil is in a much better boat -- he's only been bitten once. On the hand. Because he wanted to pet one. If this information comes to light, he hopes he's in a No Judgement Zone.
He blew the allowance he'd received on food that was overpriced and is currently chewing sadly, dejected in bed. Thank goodness no roommates are around. If he had money and got bit more he'd be back to that pre-military pudge.
The sudden sound startles him because wtf is a cell phone -- startles him enough to spill his food on himself, but what else is new. He locates the sound of the noise and pokes and prods enough to eventually answer. )
Uhm...hello? ( It's like a radio, right? That's what you're supposed to say, right?? )
He blew the allowance he'd received on food that was overpriced and is currently chewing sadly, dejected in bed. Thank goodness no roommates are around. If he had money and got bit more he'd be back to that pre-military pudge.
The sudden sound startles him because wtf is a cell phone -- startles him enough to spill his food on himself, but what else is new. He locates the sound of the noise and pokes and prods enough to eventually answer. )
Uhm...hello? ( It's like a radio, right? That's what you're supposed to say, right?? )
( A mobile telephone is perhaps the most dangerous of all technology to give him because now he can be talkative and concerned wherever he wants at whomever he wants. Wonderful. )
Oh. Uh. Lalli? ( Wow, that's pretty neat. There's no cord or heavy box or anything. ) Hello! It's a little too late for that, though...
Wait -- did you get bitten?
Oh. Uh. Lalli? ( Wow, that's pretty neat. There's no cord or heavy box or anything. ) Hello! It's a little too late for that, though...
Wait -- did you get bitten?
[...oh right.]
Yes, this is Lalli.
[Still no greeting, but it's...better...maybe...]
You -- [He manages to swallow the growl that threatens to rise not once, but twice as that question comes to light, and he's grateful that Emil can't see the way his face twists when he loses composure.]
...Maybe. Are you sick?
Yes, this is Lalli.
[Still no greeting, but it's...better...maybe...]
You -- [He manages to swallow the growl that threatens to rise not once, but twice as that question comes to light, and he's grateful that Emil can't see the way his face twists when he loses composure.]
...Maybe. Are you sick?
[Rude, no sweater is horrible. But...Emil was okay. That was good. Emil wasn't sick, like he was sick, so it meant at least something went right.]
I mean maybe. Maybe I did, okay? I stopping being good and I got bit.
[are you HAPPY is that what you WANTED to HEAR]
I mean maybe. Maybe I did, okay? I stopping being good and I got bit.
[are you HAPPY is that what you WANTED to HEAR]
[that's a given for most sweaters in the post-apoc life tbh]
Mrrrrh.
[He's familiar with Level 6 worry. With Onni, Level 6 was just the tip of the iceberg, and Lalli would normally be able to tolerate it more, but...
With a huff, he ends the call. It isn't long before Lalli fires off a text instead, though.]
3 bites
wat if immunity dusnt matter here and i am sick you shuldnt come by me
Mrrrrh.
[He's familiar with Level 6 worry. With Onni, Level 6 was just the tip of the iceberg, and Lalli would normally be able to tolerate it more, but...
With a huff, he ends the call. It isn't long before Lalli fires off a text instead, though.]
3 bites
wat if immunity dusnt matter here and i am sick you shuldnt come by me
( Which is why he only has a select few he likes.
Emil waits a stupidly long time with his ear to the phone after Lalli hangs up before realizing he hung up by a loud beeping noise right next to his ear drum. Ow.
Oh, this can also send word messages?? What will they think of next. His response is very slow because he keeps pressing the wrong letters and he wants to get it right...but Level 6 (which is now more like Level 8) gets the better of him. )
3 !!?> that's exactly the reason whyishould b theer .. youre sik
( He'll figure out how to enter eventually...oh there it is, sending that off. Good enough. )
Emil waits a stupidly long time with his ear to the phone after Lalli hangs up before realizing he hung up by a loud beeping noise right next to his ear drum. Ow.
Oh, this can also send word messages?? What will they think of next. His response is very slow because he keeps pressing the wrong letters and he wants to get it right...but Level 6 (which is now more like Level 8) gets the better of him. )
3 !!?> that's exactly the reason whyishould b theer .. youre sik
( He'll figure out how to enter eventually...oh there it is, sending that off. Good enough. )
[He never imagined he'd be waiting anxiously for communication back, and yet here he is.]
mabe 1 bite not enuf to get you sik [if that's how Emil was spelling it that's probably how it's spelled??? hrmn. didn't look quite right but oh well.] but if i am infekted i culd make you sik to
mabe 1 bite not enuf to get you sik [if that's how Emil was spelling it that's probably how it's spelled??? hrmn. didn't look quite right but oh well.] but if i am infekted i culd make you sik to
[sck? so maybe it WAS sick ARGH, why did this have to be so confusing!!!]
i just dont want you sick
[That would be the ultimate failure. He shudders and curls tighter into his sheets.]
get mask if you want to come but i dont need it i shuld have dun better
i just dont want you sick
[That would be the ultimate failure. He shudders and curls tighter into his sheets.]
get mask if you want to come but i dont need it i shuld have dun better
I dontknow what youre talkingabout but I'm not going tojust sitoverhere while yure'sick.
( To him the ultimate failure is not being of any use when he could be useful -- well, he's not sure exactly how he can be useful but he'll try. Emil isn't super familiar with the sickness, other than he saw another guy in his dorms super sick. He needed a blanket...well, there are empty beds in here, so sorry potential roomies, your shit is getting jacked.
In about 20 minutes??? Emil arrives on the scene, after having to hassle his way inside. Birch people can be so touchy...but anyway, he's come to visit and brings a very stiff blanket, one (1) container of very stale crackers and a (horrible) sweater he's wrapped around his face in lieu of any contamination equipment. Dashing, caring, innovative -- he's the complete package.
There's a sharp and fervent rap on Lalli's door. Never fear, Momil is here. )
( To him the ultimate failure is not being of any use when he could be useful -- well, he's not sure exactly how he can be useful but he'll try. Emil isn't super familiar with the sickness, other than he saw another guy in his dorms super sick. He needed a blanket...well, there are empty beds in here, so sorry potential roomies, your shit is getting jacked.
In about 20 minutes??? Emil arrives on the scene, after having to hassle his way inside. Birch people can be so touchy...but anyway, he's come to visit and brings a very stiff blanket, one (1) container of very stale crackers and a (horrible) sweater he's wrapped around his face in lieu of any contamination equipment. Dashing, caring, innovative -- he's the complete package.
There's a sharp and fervent rap on Lalli's door. Never fear, Momil is here. )
[...but why, when things in Birch were infinitely better than this shit he's bringing over...
Anyway, the door cracks open the slightest bit to reveal a spooky ghost. Seriously, it's this skeleton of a man with a sheet dragged over to cover him, one eye peeking out from the makeshift hood, moving silently except for a rasping sort of growl when he sees that all the protection Emil's got for himself is terrible at best. He's too tired to deal with this... So come on in, man. Lalli's returning to his nest underneath his bed, finally stuffed with all of his blankets instead of just the pillow. He's so cold. It's stupid.]
You look bad. [lalli]
Anyway, the door cracks open the slightest bit to reveal a spooky ghost. Seriously, it's this skeleton of a man with a sheet dragged over to cover him, one eye peeking out from the makeshift hood, moving silently except for a rasping sort of growl when he sees that all the protection Emil's got for himself is terrible at best. He's too tired to deal with this... So come on in, man. Lalli's returning to his nest underneath his bed, finally stuffed with all of his blankets instead of just the pillow. He's so cold. It's stupid.]
You look bad. [lalli]
( He's trying, okay?? Give the guy a break.
But a break is certainly not what he's being given. Being told he looks bad immediately flusters him -- it's the stupid chowder stains, isn't it? Or maybe the fact that there's a faint smell of freaky fish.
Emil lets himself in and immediately stares at Lalli's under bed cocoon. Of course, he's not even using the perfectly good bed when he's ill. )
...Sleeping on the floor probably doesn't help, you know. ( SIGHS but he won't press the issue. Slowly but surely he slides in his sacrificial blanket and crackers. He paid good money for those, so try?? to be grateful.
He's also not quite sure how best to address someone living under a bed in normal conversation. Should be lay on the ground? Should he get on top of the bed and look upside down? The latter actually seems like the better of the two ideas, so he's there in a flash, sweater arms hanging down alongside his hair. )
How are you feeling?
But a break is certainly not what he's being given. Being told he looks bad immediately flusters him -- it's the stupid chowder stains, isn't it? Or maybe the fact that there's a faint smell of freaky fish.
Emil lets himself in and immediately stares at Lalli's under bed cocoon. Of course, he's not even using the perfectly good bed when he's ill. )
...Sleeping on the floor probably doesn't help, you know. ( SIGHS but he won't press the issue. Slowly but surely he slides in his sacrificial blanket and crackers. He paid good money for those, so try?? to be grateful.
He's also not quite sure how best to address someone living under a bed in normal conversation. Should be lay on the ground? Should he get on top of the bed and look upside down? The latter actually seems like the better of the two ideas, so he's there in a flash, sweater arms hanging down alongside his hair. )
How are you feeling?
[Another raspy growl eminates from under the bed -- the floor is fine -- but the offerings are indeed tugged deeper in with him. This is a bad blanket??? He's not sure this warrants the "you tried" sticker, even if that was painfully true.]
...Bad.
[He lifts his gaze a fraction to meet Emil's, and somehow he looks even more pale and haunted than normal. Also mega annoyed.]
The cold and the light hurts. And I'm hungry. Like a troll. Really bad, it's really gross. [He's really bad and really gross.]
...Bad.
[He lifts his gaze a fraction to meet Emil's, and somehow he looks even more pale and haunted than normal. Also mega annoyed.]
The cold and the light hurts. And I'm hungry. Like a troll. Really bad, it's really gross. [He's really bad and really gross.]
( Damn, and Lalli says he looks bad? But unlike some people, his wide eyed gaze comes from a place of concern and not rudeness!! Though it might look rude anyway, oops. )
You're not like a troll. ( At least, he can't see how that's possible. In fact, that's something to compartmentalize because it will never be possible to his brain. ) You're just sick, that's all. Normal sick.
( He tries to remove the waver in his voice, but it's very hard, even with his sweater!mask covering up his mouth. ) If you want something more I can go to your kitchen...?
You're not like a troll. ( At least, he can't see how that's possible. In fact, that's something to compartmentalize because it will never be possible to his brain. ) You're just sick, that's all. Normal sick.
( He tries to remove the waver in his voice, but it's very hard, even with his sweater!mask covering up his mouth. ) If you want something more I can go to your kitchen...?
[He makes a soft noise, not entirely convinced. He'd always been too small, too skinny. He didn't escape the usual illnesses, especially in the little waterway community he toddled around in before they moved to Keuruu, and they hadn't felt like this. He'd never had to check himself for the telltale rash before, but when he'd gotten progressively worse with batcat exposure, he'd finally gotten to experience that frightening process. Clear skin, but his mind still swam with fear, anger, and an overwhelming need for sugar. He doesn't know if he's ever eaten this much before.]
...No. It's okay. These are fine. [They were too dry, too stale, and too bland, but he deserved it. Besides, it was...sort of okay, maybe even nice, having Emil here paying attention to him.] You're fine here. If you still want to be.
[that waver tho]
...No. It's okay. These are fine. [They were too dry, too stale, and too bland, but he deserved it. Besides, it was...sort of okay, maybe even nice, having Emil here paying attention to him.] You're fine here. If you still want to be.
[that waver tho]
( Emil definitely can't empathize with that feeling, being honest. But what he does know is that being removed from a world where everything is pretty squeaky clean and and you don't have to worry about anything other than the sniffles, seeing real sickness and hearing about the reality of illness is...scary is the simplest word for it, but it definitely doesn't do the feeling justice.
So he doesn't know how that reality feels, but even seeing something close to it. He doesn't like it. Who it is just makes it worse. )
Yeah sure. ( It wouldn't be the first time Lalli was less than healthy and he was only just short of sitting vigil over him. ) But tell me if you need anything. Okay?
So he doesn't know how that reality feels, but even seeing something close to it. He doesn't like it. Who it is just makes it worse. )
Yeah sure. ( It wouldn't be the first time Lalli was less than healthy and he was only just short of sitting vigil over him. ) But tell me if you need anything. Okay?
( He gets comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be upside down with the blood rushing to your head. )
Yeah, sort of. I saw someone earlier who got bitten a lot and he looked like you do now. He was cold and tired...I don't know about hungry. It made me hungry, though.
I didn't expect normal -- somewhat normal looking cats to cause so much damage. ( Great, now Lalli has more fuel for the anti-cat arsenal. )
Yeah, sort of. I saw someone earlier who got bitten a lot and he looked like you do now. He was cold and tired...I don't know about hungry. It made me hungry, though.
I didn't expect normal -- somewhat normal looking cats to cause so much damage. ( Great, now Lalli has more fuel for the anti-cat arsenal. )
I said somewhat! I know they're weird now, but...
( The scene is outside the Cypress dorms. A bat-cat lands and Emil is a little weirded out by the fact it flew in (he may have screamed, he may not have -- no one can say for sure), but it mews like a normal cat. It washes its paw like a normal cat. It can't hurt to try to pet it, will it?
Nope, bad idea. Betrayal, blood, disappointment -- end scene. And end subject. )
How did you get bitten so much, anyway? ( If Emil gets to relive his embarrassment, Lalli can relive his. )
( The scene is outside the Cypress dorms. A bat-cat lands and Emil is a little weirded out by the fact it flew in (he may have screamed, he may not have -- no one can say for sure), but it mews like a normal cat. It washes its paw like a normal cat. It can't hurt to try to pet it, will it?
Nope, bad idea. Betrayal, blood, disappointment -- end scene. And end subject. )
How did you get bitten so much, anyway? ( If Emil gets to relive his embarrassment, Lalli can relive his. )
[ -- okay, no, he's way more sick than Emil, this isn't fair!!! Which is why he rolls onto his other side with a growl and a crinkle of the cracker roll bag...thing. It's not a sound he likes much, so he pushes it out from under the bed, as far as his arm can reach, and leaves it there for Emil to pick up again should he choose to join him in turning around. Otherwise it's an offering to the floor gods.]
...Did something stupid. Didn't pay attention.
[Just going about his day, trying to avoid cats, hissing at the ones getting too close, like usual. Getting careless and swatting one away when it tried to land on him. He usually wore his gloves and they did a good job of protecting him, but... It was hot, these days. His delicate Finnish body can't take the heat.]
Kept being stupid. I was mad. Made...mistakes.
...Did something stupid. Didn't pay attention.
[Just going about his day, trying to avoid cats, hissing at the ones getting too close, like usual. Getting careless and swatting one away when it tried to land on him. He usually wore his gloves and they did a good job of protecting him, but... It was hot, these days. His delicate Finnish body can't take the heat.]
Kept being stupid. I was mad. Made...mistakes.
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