❰ the offer earns a long sort of look, his expression guarded - but it's the soft sort of guarded he gets when emil's done something he's not entirely sure what to do with.
then he shakes his head, just barely. ❱ You had a list, ❰ lalli reminds him, then puts another bite of venison in his mouth. ❱
( This is indeed true. He does have a list he keeps with some of his other things on one of the small desks in the room. However: )
You can look at it if you want. See if you'd like anything on it. ( Emil goes back to cutting off a piece of meat, concerning feeling shoved down to make room for more meat. ) But you got my first idea for me, so I can get you something you really want.
If you want. ( He'll be asking Tyr for something regardless, but he'll be taking his friend's input before his own requests. )
❰ and lalli shakes his head a little, swallowing the bite in his mouth. ❱
Get yours. ❰ lalli has literally nothing he could possibly want that would justify asking emil to bring a god into his mind. he's honestly a bit confused that his friend is so willing to do so, seeming to jump at the opportunity. the way he thought this would go, emil would be mildly horrified by what lalli had allowed and would want to avoid doing so himself if at all possible, and lalli would end up making most of the god requests in the future by virtue of... y'know, not really having much more mental privacy to lose than he's already lost. ❱
( Emil shrugs while he continues to go about eating, Lalli's confusion lost on him. Whatever he gets will be shared anyway, at least if Lalli's interested in whatever it may be. When he actually does go to a God with a request, his nerves will certainly be taut -- but using Lalli like that for his own gain continuously isn't something he's comfortable thinking about at all.
This isn't so much at the forefront of his mind right now, as he finally looks down at how much meat is left, despite his digging in, and wonders aloud, )
Not the kitchen. ❰ delivered flatly, because he has literally no intention of sharing with anyone else in this house - something he's fairly certain emil is in agreement with. ❱
❰ he opens his mouth to say they probably do, but then looks at the size of the remaining portion and closes his mouth again.
hm. ❱
Do you have anything that locks? ❰ he thinks he recalls seeing a few key-locks in the item rain, but he didn't grab them. ❱ Could go in the kitchen if it's locked up.
No. ( Despite his answer, he still glances around the room for potential solutions. They can shove it in his bag? Stow it under the mattress? Both of those options involve meat juice and fabric lint, though. ) I guess we can't let it go to waste, then.
( Unlike his companion, Emil is totally committed to this gorge session, and thus he digs back in. )
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then he shakes his head, just barely. ❱ You had a list, ❰ lalli reminds him, then puts another bite of venison in his mouth. ❱
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You can look at it if you want. See if you'd like anything on it. ( Emil goes back to cutting off a piece of meat, concerning feeling shoved down to make room for more meat. ) But you got my first idea for me, so I can get you something you really want.
If you want. ( He'll be asking Tyr for something regardless, but he'll be taking his friend's input before his own requests. )
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Get yours. ❰ lalli has literally nothing he could possibly want that would justify asking emil to bring a god into his mind. he's honestly a bit confused that his friend is so willing to do so, seeming to jump at the opportunity. the way he thought this would go, emil would be mildly horrified by what lalli had allowed and would want to avoid doing so himself if at all possible, and lalli would end up making most of the god requests in the future by virtue of... y'know, not really having much more mental privacy to lose than he's already lost. ❱
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This isn't so much at the forefront of his mind right now, as he finally looks down at how much meat is left, despite his digging in, and wonders aloud, )
Where are we going to put this?
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It's going to spoil before long, though...Do we have to eat all of it right now?
( He's willing to make the sacrifice if need be. )
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hm. ❱
Do you have anything that locks? ❰ he thinks he recalls seeing a few key-locks in the item rain, but he didn't grab them. ❱ Could go in the kitchen if it's locked up.
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No. ( Despite his answer, he still glances around the room for potential solutions. They can shove it in his bag? Stow it under the mattress? Both of those options involve meat juice and fabric lint, though. ) I guess we can't let it go to waste, then.
( Unlike his companion, Emil is totally committed to this gorge session, and thus he digs back in. )