❰ to be honest, lalli didn't much envision klaus helping either. he'd just... be here. not getting killed. maybe healing any injuries if they come, since lalli also can't envision emil being terribly adept with basic carpentry tools. but that's fine. emil will learn, and klaus will continue to not get killed.
emil's sprawling now in the space that lalli left for him, wondering aloud about the house they're going to build. and while the finn had expected the timeframe to be a bit harder to come to terms with, emil seems to have embraced it wholeheartedly. it's oddly pleasing, to have emil as gung-ho as lalli himself is. he'd expected complaint. maybe he shouldn't have. maybe next time he won't. ❱
I can't picture it yet, ❰ he admits, voice barely more than a murmur in their new proximity. he can picture the layout and structure, maybe even the walls and the floor, but he can't picture it as a home yet.
his eyes search the side of emil's face, the way the swede's own eyes wonder at the beams overhead. if you blink you might miss the sliver of warmth in his tone as he tacks on, ❱ Bet you can, though.
( If there's one thing in this world Emil likes, it's comfort. To be secure and safe. While he's still a man of the military and has an attachment to his job, he's come to understand that the excitement of that life is actually grave danger wrapped in a palatable package from the outside. Maybe other people in other militaries are more in tune with this reality -- no, that's a guarantee. Through his adventure, though, Emil has gained a great appreciation for safety and comfort that goes beyond the selfish gluttony he was once plagued with.
And thus the opportunity to create the ideal space that is nothing but safety and close quarters to people he cares about...he can't help but fully idealize it, picturing ideal scenarios and setups. When Lalli asks, he's quick to oblige. )
Of course. ( As they're laying in the largest middle room, he quickly assumes that to be the living room. He lifts an arm to illustrate some of his descriptions, pointing and mapping what the space looks like in his mind. ) You can have a nice fireplace there, a couch -- oh, not the one you think is ugly if you don't want. There are certain limitations without animals, but a nice threaded rug. I don't know what kind of windows we can put in, but big ones would be nice.
Don't get me started on the rooms. ( Emil's arm rests back onto his chest. He's actually jotted down a few rectangular maps of how he'd like things arranged. It's putting the cart before the horse, but it fends off boredom and isn't totally without worth.
He's also sketched out a few ideas for other rooms, including the one his friend gave him permission to assist with. He could launch into a whole spiel about his opinions, but he leaves it at: ) Yours would look nice with a big, plush rug.
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emil's sprawling now in the space that lalli left for him, wondering aloud about the house they're going to build. and while the finn had expected the timeframe to be a bit harder to come to terms with, emil seems to have embraced it wholeheartedly. it's oddly pleasing, to have emil as gung-ho as lalli himself is. he'd expected complaint. maybe he shouldn't have. maybe next time he won't. ❱
I can't picture it yet, ❰ he admits, voice barely more than a murmur in their new proximity. he can picture the layout and structure, maybe even the walls and the floor, but he can't picture it as a home yet.
his eyes search the side of emil's face, the way the swede's own eyes wonder at the beams overhead. if you blink you might miss the sliver of warmth in his tone as he tacks on, ❱ Bet you can, though.
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And thus the opportunity to create the ideal space that is nothing but safety and close quarters to people he cares about...he can't help but fully idealize it, picturing ideal scenarios and setups. When Lalli asks, he's quick to oblige. )
Of course. ( As they're laying in the largest middle room, he quickly assumes that to be the living room. He lifts an arm to illustrate some of his descriptions, pointing and mapping what the space looks like in his mind. ) You can have a nice fireplace there, a couch -- oh, not the one you think is ugly if you don't want. There are certain limitations without animals, but a nice threaded rug. I don't know what kind of windows we can put in, but big ones would be nice.
Don't get me started on the rooms. ( Emil's arm rests back onto his chest. He's actually jotted down a few rectangular maps of how he'd like things arranged. It's putting the cart before the horse, but it fends off boredom and isn't totally without worth.
He's also sketched out a few ideas for other rooms, including the one his friend gave him permission to assist with. He could launch into a whole spiel about his opinions, but he leaves it at: ) Yours would look nice with a big, plush rug.