( His eyes glance over at Nukka -- much easier to say in his mind than the full thing -- and she's not actually eating the mouse that has been delivered to her, instead has it by the tail and is dragging it before stopping to offer it a few whaps in between pauses.
Disturbing. She's redirected back into the rug with wide eyes; the mouse will be taken care of...later. )
( The topic of the conversation has slowly turned around to face him, clumsily losing footing in the thick strands halfway through. She wiggles as if she's going to attempt to pounce, but nervously wonders if she can win against this big thing that's been redirecting her in her new landscape.
Lalli receives a recorded video of a few of these tiny shimmies before she makes a sloppy run to make a pounce at Emil's lowered hand; this extension of him is a much more manageable opponent. It ends with a vaguely dark screen as she finds the cuff, teeth attempting to clamp down on the glowing jewel in the middle. There's a light laugh in the background, obscured by the rustling sound of her fur close to the device.
( Unaware of the sudden gayness he's instilled in Lalli, Emil's concern focuses on Nukka's sudden multipurpose existence. )
Not just a housecat ?( Cats being militarized is of course not strange back home, but usually the cats his family has owned were just lazy, fluffy home ornaments. Looking at the small ball of fur, back to an attempt at dragging around her mouse, it's easy to visualize her romping around outdoors. But, )Hopefully not immediately. She's still so tiny
( Maybe that's a nice age to be trained, but he'd still like to enjoy her as just a wandering kitten for a week or two. Especially now that things out there can be so dangerous. He still has certain anxieties about Lalli scouting that he represses, and this is just a defenseless little cat. )
❰ the implication of it makes him wonder what emil actually thinks of him. thinks he's capable of. makes him wonder if emil thinks the only way he knows how to teach is how ensi taught him.
little does emil seem to realize he's already been so much softer in teaching emil than ensi ever was with him. ❱
maybe not ever if you don't want. your cat not mine
( The logistics of scouting training aren't something Emil knows anything about to think anything of Lalli in regards to him. This ignorance earns him a "stupid," which he's developed a thicker skin for -- even if this isn't the typerä type. )
No she can learn. It's better that way when we both go out.
( Which will likely happen before she's apparently big enough to go. Whatever age that might be, Emil is clueless to, so he'll leave all that to Lalli. )
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( His eyes glance over at Nukka -- much easier to say in his mind than the full thing -- and she's not actually eating the mouse that has been delivered to her, instead has it by the tail and is dragging it before stopping to offer it a few whaps in between pauses.
Disturbing. She's redirected back into the rug with wide eyes; the mouse will be taken care of...later. )
What does her name mean anyway?
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❰ which is accurate, you can't argue that it isn't. ❱
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( The topic of the conversation has slowly turned around to face him, clumsily losing footing in the thick strands halfway through. She wiggles as if she's going to attempt to pounce, but nervously wonders if she can win against this big thing that's been redirecting her in her new landscape.
Lalli receives a recorded video of a few of these tiny shimmies before she makes a sloppy run to make a pounce at Emil's lowered hand; this extension of him is a much more manageable opponent. It ends with a vaguely dark screen as she finds the cuff, teeth attempting to clamp down on the glowing jewel in the middle. There's a light laugh in the background, obscured by the rustling sound of her fur close to the device.
Afterwards, there's a short text: ) She's feisty
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❰ just gonna pretend emil's laugh isn't just... this big stupid sunburst in the center of lalli's chest, no big deal. ❱
needs to be. teaching her to scout
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Not just a housecat ? ( Cats being militarized is of course not strange back home, but usually the cats his family has owned were just lazy, fluffy home ornaments. Looking at the small ball of fur, back to an attempt at dragging around her mouse, it's easy to visualize her romping around outdoors. But, ) Hopefully not immediately. She's still so tiny
( Maybe that's a nice age to be trained, but he'd still like to enjoy her as just a wandering kitten for a week or two. Especially now that things out there can be so dangerous. He still has certain anxieties about Lalli scouting that he represses, and this is just a defenseless little cat. )
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❰ the implication of it makes him wonder what emil actually thinks of him. thinks he's capable of. makes him wonder if emil thinks the only way he knows how to teach is how ensi taught him.
little does emil seem to realize he's already been so much softer in teaching emil than ensi ever was with him. ❱
maybe not ever if you don't want. your cat not mine
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No she can learn. It's better that way when we both go out.
( Which will likely happen before she's apparently big enough to go. Whatever age that might be, Emil is clueless to, so he'll leave all that to Lalli. )
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okay
❰ and then, to make absolute sure emil isn't worried about it, ❱
later. when she's bigger
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Lalli receives a picture of the small thing, legs splayed both in front of and behind her, with chin resting on the ground in contentment.
Emil isn't so at ease: ) Shes laying on her food
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❰ yes, describing the cat's stupid antics using survival rationale is going to be a thing with him. ❱
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If I pick her up, I might touch it
And she'll smell. Maybe she thinks it's a toy.
( Shouldn't cats just know to eat things like this? What a strange baby he's been given... )