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[Going on a date... isn't a thing Lalli has thought about. ...In detail, anyway. In relation to himself. Like, he's vaguely aware that other people sometimes slip away to spend time with someone special, but it's not like he's ever cared about what they do; it's just, you know, never piqued his curiosity, because why in the world would he need to know what dates typically entail...

But then Emil just had to go and suggest they go on a real date, like a real couple, and this thing that's never been on Lalli's mind suddenly... is! Frequently! A pleasant, if confusing, something to think about whenever things quiet down, which is a surprisingly rare occurrence. Dealing with their dragon for the better part of a week had been exhausting enough, but then they had to take her back to her true home, and then they'd had to adjust to the various, ah, changes brought about by the moon cycles...

...Well, so many things have happened in such quick succession? Are still happening, a thing Lalli is reminded of when he pulls his (long, plain, blessedly clean) sweater over his head and catches it on his new ears, but—ah, well. Emil wants to go out, new traits be damned, and it would be a lie to say that Lalli isn't interested! Somewhat excited, even, because no matter how bad things seem—no matter how much he hates his dumb ears!—the idea of going on a date with Emil makes him feel... hmm. Warm, and oddly happy, and fifty other soft things that only come into play when one specific Swede is involved.

And so, despite the urge to stay inside and stretch out underneath the bed—here he is! Hair (and ears) still damp from his shower as he walks into the living room, and the ridiculous collar of his sweater could probably be rolled down a bit, but hey, at least he obviously took the time to pick up a comb? Someone's going above and beyond.]

...Hrmh. [A quiet Lalli noise that means, like, "I'm not going to change clothes again, so don't even think about it."] I'm ready.

[Does he pass INSPECTION! Ignore the way one of his stupid ears twitches as he waits.]

[Going on a date is something Emil has thought about extensively, especially once Kissing Lalli became a regular, everyday thing. Sure, some part of him is stuck on this concept of what real couples do, like it matters, and some other part of him thinks that's stupid and it doesn't matter what anyone thinks of them except them, but mostly, honestly? He thinks it'll be fun. Why wouldn't it be? Spending time with Lalli! Dressing up (sort of)! Going out out!

Very exciting, very fun. He's only slightly more obnoxious than usual when he gets excitable, but luckily he's put this energy into obsessing over his outfit instead of bothering Lalli nonstop even before they leave; small mercies. He will look nice, and if that means strolling around in a fancy vest and a tie while Lalli is swimming in a giant sweater, so be it!! One day, he'll get him to put on a real shirt like real boy.

Eventually. He is fussing over his hair for the tenth time when Lalli emerges; these stupid ears? They're the worst? He can't decide whether he wants them both to stick up or flop down but having both is terrible and he's genuinely considering finding something to clip them both into his hair, which is probably a bad idea.

Thankfully Lalli is here to distract him from this plight. He brightens instantly as he turns to face him, and even being kind of damp and looking dumb in his sweater can't spoil Emil's great Date Mood. A real date!! They're really doing it! He's all but oozing warm, sappy affection when he shuffles over to helpfully fix that collar. Boy...]

You look nice. [Or he will in a moment, once Emil is done rolling down this collar and brushing back some of his hair just to be affectionate. Lalli even used a comb... truly, this is romance.] Don't make that face.

[He approves of this Look... finally.]

[He looks nice, apparently, and yet Emil still feels the need to fuss over the little things. Typical! And nothing that Lalli feels the need to complain about, even if he does let out a quiet sigh when Emil fiddles with the collar of his sweater. How is he supposed to duck his chin into it when it's so far down? Pfft!!!

That aside, though... what is this about this expression he's supposedly making...]

I'm not.

[Not trying to, anyway, which is why he straightens slightly, glancing down at that tie (note: made) before his eyes flick up to those ridiculous-looking ears. Dumb. So dumb, but also sooooooo...

...Well, there's just something about them! Something that makes him lift and hand and consider, like, poking the floppy one, but he settles for a quick pat to Emil's shoulder. He's going to touch them! He WILL! But something, something, compliments and manners and this vain boy of his...]

You look... nice, too. [Handsome, really, but instead of saying that—hmm. His eyes are still on those ears, so of course his blunt self goes with—] ...Even with those.

[Nailed it? Nailed it.]

[He looks nice and Emil is bumping that up to nicer. He endures Lalli's weird fashion choices all the time already, he deserves this break and sweater-makeover, let him have this.

But please, don't mention the ears, he's sensitive about those. He makes a face, pleased by the compliment and not pleased by the ear thing, and the upright one twitches briefly as a result. This makes him immediately let go of Lalli and smush it down with both hands, mortified. Oh god!!]

Maybe I should wear a hat. [siiiigh] Forever.

[He won't, it would mess up his hair, but desperate times. He takes only one hand off his wayward ear, giving Lalli's sweater one last tug before deciding he's satisfied. There! Perfect! Maybe he'll hold his ear down all night! He refuses to let stupid ears ruin their very real date!!]

Well, let's go.

[Of course Lalli saw that ear twitch?? Of course he's going to keep his eye on that particular ear for the rest of the night, because as weird as the ears really, truly are, something about that was—hmm! Hmm. Intriguing...

Leave it to Emil, thought, to be sensitive about this one thing they can't change! Not that Lalli likes his ears, thank you, but he still reaches up for Emil's hand, a quiet pfh escaping him as he tries to pull it away.]

No. A hat would look stupid.

[So there!!! Just let go of that ear, Emil. Just ignore how that kind-of-sort-of joke sailed right over Lalli's head and hold his hand, because this jolt of Chroma is hitting Lalli like a truck. Keep it coming, thanks... for the foreseeable future...]

...Where are we going?

[Nooo, don't look at his ears. Emil gives him a look, then sighs, but it's content; his precious boy who doesn't understand sarcasm... Okay! He will tolerate the ears.

And he will enjoy this Chroma, shifting to thread their fingers together and tugging Lalli toward the door and into the hall.]

Dinner! I picked a fancy restaurant, the fanciest. Within walking distance, anyway.

[This is what Emil learned space google searches for. But he knows Lalli, and he knows, logically, how strange it would feel to sit in a fancy restaurant in this place where everyone is a weirdo, so—]

And after I picked the restaurant I found a park nearby, so we can eat outside. Under a tree or something, I guess, you know.

[How did he do... Is this a good date...]

[A fancy restaurant? Dread. The fanciest restaurant? Dread 2: The Dreadening, honestly, but it's oddly difficult to focus on the bad when Emil is holding his hand like this. As long as they're together, Lalli will make an effort to suffer through—well, not anything, but most things, because Emil makes him... happy.

And of course Emil's smooth eating-under-a-tree addendum only strengthens that sentiment. Sitting together in what passes for nature in this weird city... like, is that a thing Emil wants to do, or is that a thing Emil thinks Lalli wants to do? Because it suddenly is, and he feels a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips.]

...A tree. [It sounds ridiculous! Of course he has to repeat it as he looks over at Emil, but ah, look at how that faint smile deepens.] You want to eat under one?

[Instead of eating with everyone else??? So why'd they get all dressed up!!! No, no. He gives Emil's hand a light squeeze, allowing Emil to keep leading him right along, because okay! Alright. Maybe it's Emil's new ears... hmm...]

I do. It sounds... good. [A content little hum, then, before he adds:] Just us.

[His selfish little heart is obviously quite happy, thanks.]

[Annnnd... totally nailed it. Ten points for Emil, who is so good at real dating, he can tell. The smile is proof, and ultimately, that was his real goal. Fancy dinners are great, yes, and one day he'll feel like actually impressing some strangers with his fancy outfit, but not while he has these dumb ears and wants to impress his weird forest boy more than anything else.

So: great! Emil beams back at him, tugging him along. Fancy food coming soon.]

I want to eat with you.

[But like, differently from being gremlins in their apartment. He understands nuance only this much.]

I think you'll like it! Even if you only get a dessert, it's sure to be good, you know, it's that kind of place. And they'll put it in a box and we can leave!

[The joys of takeout. There's a nonzero chance Emil's idea of fancy in a city like this is, like, a higher end Space Applebees, but never mind that. One day they'll discover Space Uber Eats and never go out again.]

[Thank goodness Emil specifies that the food is going to be packed up for transport, because does Lalli see anything wrong with, like, carrying off an entire plate of whatever it is he wants? Hmm. He's gotten better about some things, it's true, but he's still... him.

Which is probably why he's going to wind up ordering buttered noodles straight off the kid's menu, but it's fine! He's not even thinking about what type of food he is and is not willing to eat, because listen, Emil...]

A... box? [Goodbye, soft smile; hello, confused look. He's puzzling this out.] How much food are you getting?

[How much food do they NEED! Pictured: one slice of cake sitting at the bottom of a crate.]

[Lalli... darling. Emil gives him a look, not quite getting what the problem is here because he's seen a takeout box all of once before.]

Ummm, a dinner? What are you getting, a single cracker?

[Dimly, he wonders if he should have also located a menu and let Lalli look at it on his own time, before they inevitably spend ten minutes looking at it and then he orders a boring piece of cake while Emil's exciting dinner gets cold, but. This is a date, and he will be patient.

The box issue still takes him a minute.]

It's not a box big enough for some idiot to hide in, if that's what you're thinking. It's plate-sized!

[Listen, in Lalli's defense... there's a lot going on right now! A lot of feelings being felt, specifically, so forgive him for being a bit obtuse—and forgive him for inevitably picking at Emil's food when his slice of cake turns out to be insufficient. This is romance? This is love.

Anyway, at least he didn't think the box would be that big. That earns Emil a baffled sort of blink, but oh, okay... plate-sized, not Reynir-sized...]

...Aha.

[Translation: Still sounds strange, but sure? He can work with it? So long as Emil continues holding his hand, all is right with the world, etc etc.]

I don't know what I'm getting? I don't know what there is. [And while he's in—wait for it—too good a mood to be pissy, he has to add a simple observation:] The food here is weird.

[Why do so many things glow! Riddle him this! Maybe he WILL order a plain ol cracker to go with his dessert.]

[Emil will get two plastic forks... He scoffs and waves his other hand, like yes of course the food here is weird, but it's also basically free because all they have to do is hold hands and kiss a lot, so it's forgiven.]

I guess! Most of it is okay, though. And it's not gross porridge with shriveled apple bits in it.

[So, pros and cons. Glowing alien food has its merits.]

Everything here is pretty bizarre. Isn't this whole place a bunch of cities stacked on top of each other? Who thinks of that?

[The bakeries here have plenty of affordable cinnamon rolls and cookies, it's true, but those ears atop his head still lay back a bit—without him even registering it, of course. There are just times... when even plain porridge... would be totally fine...

So maybe a part of him misses Draega! "Misses." He'd much rather go home, of course, but at least Draega was smaller than this wild and wacky place.]

Someone stupid. [Bam!] There's not enough room here. Everyone is too close to everyone else.

[Sometimes he can hear their neighbors through the walls, or, gods forbid, stomping around above them? The thought alone elicits a discontent little mrr.]

...And it's too bright.

Hmm. And it's loud.

[Emil doesn't mind the city as much as Lalli does, for sure, but it is a lawless hellscape compared to what he's used to, even as someone who isn't a Finnish country boy from the middle of nowhere. His hometown had, like, 700 people? Mora is a big city; this place is nuts.

But there are very exciting things about this place, which reminds him--]

Speaking of loud, [always a good start] have you seen those "cycle" things people ride around? Like a car with no outside.

[No... this is a bad description. Oh well.] I think they're, hmm, neat?

[Gods, it's so loud—but also so quiet, which is another matter entirely. Good and bad, you know? Tricky stuff, which is why he only hums in agreement, drifting a bit closer to Emil as he tries to picture whatever it is he's talking about.

...Huh. Effort is clearly being put forth, as evidenced by the way his face screws up entirely, but—]

Nnnno. [A beat, and then:] Maybe? Show me.

[One day, he means, but he gives Emil's hand a squeeze anyway. He's not immediately jumping to calling this thing "weird" or "pointless," so... there is effort being put forth here...]

...Tell me why you like them.

[Like, what's important to Emil is kind-of-sort-of important to him, too, but if they're loud...]

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back at it again

Real Dates For Grownups

sounds........... fake

would i lie to you about Mature Adults

survey says... absolutely

I don't know what you mean

a mystery for the ages

will i ever be awake again

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you were right

when am i not

often

🐝🔫

i don't deserve this

sure, jan