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[Wow? Respect his language. Not that Emil wants to learn Finnish, to be fair - it's weird and has too many gibberish sounds and everything is hard to spell! This was his idea, though, so he thinks he should get to choose...

Fine, though! They'll argue about that later. Emil hums, continuing to fuss with Lalli's hair even as he nods for him to take some underwhelming breakfast. Eat this and love him, thanks.]

Well, we'll see. [Can Lalli teach Finnish? Is that possible? They're both hopeless.] For now, I know you're hungry, you were staring at it like it's going to run away! Let's eat!

[Lalli will be an absolutely terrible teacher, but if teaching Emil Finnish means learning less Swedish? Hey! He'll consider making an effort. Just like he'll consider continuing to ignore the food Emil graciously provided in the hopes that this contact will continue, but...

...Damn. Even he knows that he's been caught, which is why he can't help but to quietly sigh. It's either eat breakfast or admit that he was thinking about other things, so!]

I'm not that hungry. [He Is. But, uh, actually? Just to prove a point, because he's a bit of a brat?? Let him reach up to pat that arm in an appreciative kind of way.] ...Kiitos.

[He supposes he can pull away from Emil's hand in order to eat breakfast. Gosh. Never mind the fact that all it takes is him, like, actually picking up a bowl of porridge to remember just how hungry he really, truly is; he'd gladly starve for a little longer, but it's fine. He's fine. He'll take a bite of this porridge, reach for a cup of coffee he knows he needs, keep a close eye on every move Emil makes while saying nothing at all... you know, normal(-ish) stuff! Yeah!]

[Alright, breakfast time!! Emil, who is having a perfectly normal morning, settles in to eat some crap porridge with Fruit Bits without a second thought. He gives Lalli a look for the additional Finnish, briefly - yes, yes, he's heard the case for doing all the hard work himself, he doesn't need a reminder - but it's fine! He remembers that one!

...Probably. Don't ask him, but he's pretty sure he's got it down. He's not going to fuss over Finnish, just like he's not going to point out that Lalli is that hungry, thanks much, because he's such a nice person who is in a very good mood this morning. Everything is... decent! Better than it was! And yet, today's cryptid staring seems more persistent, somehow.]

Really, is there something on my face? What did I do?

[And Lalli promptly chokes on his gross coffee—no, no. He does take a cautious sip of it, pulling a bit of a face when the bitterness smacks him all at once, but... hmm. In a way, it's good that Emil asked that very specific question? Oh, Lalli could sit here in silence for the rest of the morning, turning that kiss over and over again in his mind, but now that Emil has specifically asked what he did...

Lalli fidgets. Lalli looks down at the contents of his mug. Lalli considers telling Emil that he has a huge smudge of dirt on one cheek, but a) that's lying and b) even if his heart is doing that weird flippy thing again, this really isn't a big deal. He recognizes this, which is why his eyes eventually slide back up to Emil's face. 3... 2... 1...

...Okay.]

You... kissed me.

[A quiet, yet blunt, sentence, one that Lalli follows up by leaning forward far enough for him to lightly tap a finger against Emil's temple. Could he do this to his own face? Yes, and that would probably make more sense, but Lalli is how he is! And... he likes Emil's face. Even a slightly awkward excuse is a good one.]

Here. [But just in case that's not, like, crystal clear:] When you thought I was asleep.

[To be fair, he... was? Kind of? Anyway, Emil, that's the top story of the day.]

[Emil does choke on his fruit bits a little, coughing, eyes watering some while Lalli reads him his own death sentence. His secret kiss was not secret at all? Who could have foreseen this incredible twist?! He's reeling for a moment there, not sure what he's supposed to do now that he's been called out. It's like the morning after he was drunk— he's embarrassed automatically, but as the reality of getting caught being sappy sinks in...]

You kissed me that other time! And I wasn't asleep at all!

[Defensive?? Please help, just staring at him doesn't give him any reassurance that this thing he did was okay, let alone- imagine!!- a good thing. ]

[Lalli sits back with a barely audible huff, because really! Emil is the one who caused all of this; there's no reason for him to be so... dramatic about it? Nor is there a reason to bring up that hand kiss that Lalli remembers, yes, but barely. Just barely. There wasn't a lot of thinking going on that night! He was very, very tired and very, very happy to see his best friend, okay!

But since Emil decided to throw that into the mix... well...]

I know. It's not—

[There are many different ways he could take this right now, honestly, but he's... flustered? Almost? There's something incredibly awkward about this, and that makes Lalli want to, like, curl up underneath the bed and let this all pass on by. ...But he can't! He can't, and that means things are about to get... petulant.]

It's not fair? [Nothing in life is fair, really. Lalli knows this, and yet onward he goes.] You saw yours, but you made me miss mine. You wanted to hide it!

[From HIM! His own first kiss! This is stupid.]

[Alright, this is new. Emil doesn't know what to expect- maybe Lalli will get moody, maybe he'll melt down onto the floor like he did the last time they, ah, talked- but declaring that it isn't fair is somewhere at the bottom of his list. It's not even on the list at all. He did what...]

That's— okay, I thought you were asleep. That isn't... hiding.

[He sort of flinches when he says it, because now it sounds like hiding?? It's true that he wasn't going to bring it up himself, and that's pretty close to hiding— and hold on, who says he can't secret kiss whoever he wants! This IS stupid!!]

Do you— nnh. [Nope, he's not yet talented enough to ask boys if they want him to kiss them. That's insane! The sheer boldness!!] I'm sorry? I could, uhhh...

[uhhhHHH fill in the blank. Emil's gay mad libs. Give him a verb.]

[It's somehow easier for Lalli to talk about kisses and everything that comes with them when he's... well, not quite annoyed, but? Whatever he is now? On the road to being annoyed, maybe. Not that it's all Emil's fault; this is just a complicated conversation that Lalli isn't entirely prepared for, and he's as frustrated with himself as he is with anything else. He wishes that he had been awake. He wishes that he knew how to bring this up without having it turn into... this.

...Why can't they just crawl into bed and go back to sleep? That, at least, was easy, but instead he has to think of things to say, all while Emil... stumbles through this in such an Emil-like way. You could what, Emil? Just say it! Don't be stupid!

Or let Lalli handle it, which is a wild thing indeed. Have another, much louder huff.]

Kiss me. Again. [He's mad! That's why his heart speeds up as he says that, so let him just. Look down at his coffee as he focuses on his righteous indignation and not the fact that he very much wants this thing to happen because... well, just because. Hmm.] You should.

[It's only fair!!]

[Letting Lalli handle this brand new experience is, apparently, the correct choice! Even if he's huffy about it, Emil can work with that - it's something to keep in mind, he knows, that he should freeze up, uh, less, but right this second— hoo boy. The boy. Who he's made maaaybe a little mad with his fumbling, but give him a pass! He's new at this!

One deep breath later... alright. Maybe he can speak whole sentences again.]

Well, stay right there, then!

[If Lalli's going to take up attitude, Emil will be as extra as possible, which in this case means getting up to move around their little table (rather than knock over all the coffee, you're welcome), take hold of his face in both hands, and kiss him rather inelegantly on the forehead. Complain about that!! ...Well, he could, is the thing; Emil lets out a little huff, closing his eyes for a second or two just to calm down. This is, hmm, not the most sensible way he could have done this...

Well, Lalli will just have to take him as he is, if he's going to demand Kisses the Right Way in the middle of breakfast. Emil is still holding his face; he looks at him again, then leans down to kiss him one more time. Still on his forehead, but softer now— the real sappy, genuine article. Appreciate his effort.]

[As cliché as this is—ah, but it all happens so quickly? Kind of like that time Reynir just up and grabbed him, except this time he isn't listlessly staring off into space as he tries to ignore everything around him; he is, in fact, still giving his coffee a Look, stubbornly refusing to glance over Emil's way even though he hears the unmistakable sound of a chair being pushed back. Stay here? Fine! He will! Leave, or kiss him, or—

Or grab his face and then kiss him. Aha. That's... certainly unexpected; like, he's so surprised that he doesn't even register the kiss until a split-second after it occurs, and that realization comes with a fresh surge of annoyance. Complaints: 1. He didn't have enough warning! and 2. That wasn't as, mmm, soft a kiss as the first one, but as his eyes flick up to hopefully catch Emil's... oh? A second one. A gentler, better one that he kind-of-sort-of gets to see.

...Okay. Okay. Anger: fading; now he's free to focus on other, better things! Or, um, he would be, if he didn't feel so... dazed. Sluggish. His heart is racing too fast, and his face feels far too warm, which—huh. Because of Emil's hands? Maybe? He reaches up to presumably push them away, but he winds up, like, loosely wrapping his fingers around Emil's wrists instead, all while he works to process the last... thirty seconds...]

Nnh—

[Well! That about covers it!! He didn't die on the bed while he waited for Emil to come back, but the chances of him dying right now? High. He needs a second to blink, to swallow, before he goes for words again.]

...It. [Was good! Great!! He lifts his chin as much as he's able, trying to get a better look at this boy who's absolutely going to be the death of him.] It wasn't in the same spot.

[That's not Lalli trying to smoothly ask for another kiss, because like hell he knows how; that's just Lalli being a petty, greedy baby. The forehead was better, but kiss his temple again, anyway!!!!!]

[Well— staring at him some more is some kind of appreciation of his many efforts, Emil supposes. At the very least, Lalli doesn't look so mad at him about kiss timing now, after his Proper, Soft kiss, and he's calling that a win. It allows him a moment for reality to catch up with him— you know, the part where now he really is kissing Lalli repeatedly and not even while he's (supposedly) too asleep to comment on it. Aha.

But this is... well. He wants to do this, and apparently Lalli wants him to kiss him, so despite the fact that he feels almost lightheaded, this is great? ...Yes! It's great!

And Lalli finds a new, different complaint, if it can be called that. Emil blinks at him, then his expression tries to frown and smirk knowingly at him at once, and that looks stupid— this boy and his demands.]

Really? Am I stuck with one spot, forever?

[Ha, jokes!! But that is Emil very coolly sliding in the implication that he can and will kiss Lalli at other times, and hopefully even less awkwardly than this all is. He feels... decent about how breakfast is going, only a step below good because he really has no idea what he's doing.

Still, that seems to be working out for him. He leans around the side this time to give Lalli his long-awaited kiss on the temple, punctuated with a little hum because he is a dweeb and Lalli is greedy. That's three kisses in like, two minutes, though, so please let his tiny heart rest for a second.]

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[Well, Emil, how is Lalli supposed to know the answer to that question when he's only been fully conscious for, like, one type of kiss? Or: Of course that humor goes over Lalli's head. Of course Lalli lets out a little mrr and actually considers this silly question-that-isn't-really-a-question while Emil goes in for his fourth kiss of the morning, because there are at least... two acceptable spots, from what he can tell. Possibly.

...No, no. There are definitely two acceptable spots, a thing Lalli realizes as those lips brush against him and he feels another pleasant sort of... jolt rush through him. Who knew! Not him, that's for sure. Kisses have always seemed so weird; he's never wasted time considering what it would be like to be kissed, truth be told, but now that the same wonderfully stupid boy has kissed him in two different places? Lalli still feels like he's this close to dying, and yet he can... see the appeal...

But while more kisses would be more than welcome? While Lalli suddenly wonders what it would be like to kiss Emil in these same two places? He, too, has a tiny heart that's been put through entirely too much at once; it's why he releases Emil's wrists, one hand drifting up to Emil's cheek in an attempt to see if he's the only one roasting alive here. Kiss break!!]

Hmm. [Now it's his turn to hum, all while he tries to think of what to say. Are words even necessary?? For Emil... probably, so:] ...Better.

[Being kissed when awake >>> being kissed when half-asleep, so thanks for giving him exactly what he wanted. That most certainly is not the ghost of a smug smile playing about his lips.]

[Don't worry, smug brat, he's on fire. It's noticeable for sure, but the abrupt upswing from feeling so awkward with Lalli being snippy into much the same giddiness that he felt earlier, after his secret kisses, but tenfold— well, that's enough to keep him right where he is. He doesn't feel any need to awkwardly lean away from Lalli's hand, even if he's a smidge flustered, even if Lalli is being smug.

He really did that! He really kissed this boy three- no, four whole times. And it was good! He slides one hand back from Lalli's face and into his hair; they have not finished breakfast-and-coffee even halfway yet, but it's affection time. Honestly, what else is he supposed to do at a time like this?

Smug pretty boys and their smug little looks... he's weak!!]

You're so difficult, [he says so fondly, and he's smiling, and he means difficult in precisely the right amount that it's, like, very cute. Right now, anyway. At this precise moment, Lalli being a brat is somehow appealing. Hmm!]

[Yes, please mess with the hair that he hasn't washed in, like, two whole days, and then please remind him to go take a shower before he zips off to work. This is important. Anyway, though—feeling the noticeable heat beneath his fingers is... good? Reassuring, somehow, because maybe this means his own reaction isn't that strange. Maybe this means that Emil's heart is pounding, too, even though Lalli isn't about to check that. One thing at a time! One day at a time.

And for now, that means... giving Emil's cheek a quick pat, because him? Difficult?]

Pfh.

[He's not, even though he currently looks and feels like the cat that got the cream, but! Details! Just let him enjoy his amazing victory, which involves him tilting his head into that touch as he enjoys the sight of that very, very nice smile. This is the boy... the best boy...]

But you kissed me.

[So how difficult can he really BE!]

[Don't remind Emil how gross this hair is, he's in Kiss Mode and dealing with it until it's safe to discharge his visceral "ew" response... maybe like on the moon or something. Anyway! Let him touch! They're just looking at each other like saps again... Who needs work when you can have this.

Wow, though.]

That doesn't mean you're less difficult!

[Lalli. Brat. He's great. Emil will have to let go of him sooner or later, emphasis on soon... Ehhh.]

Well, anyway, never mind. What else should we do today?

[How about... stay in and touch faces until Lalli has to go to work? That sounds perfect.]

[Now, Lalli doesn't understand everything about kisses, but do super difficult people normally get kissed? He thinks not, and seeing as how he's received four kisses in the span of, like, an hour...

Hmm, hmm, hmm! Lalli sinks back into his chair, finally letting his hand fall away from Emil's face as he considers what they should do.]

Eat. Stay here. [Until he has to leave for work, anyway, but he's trying not to think about that as he oh-so casually reaches out for his cup of (lukewarm) coffee.] ...That's what you said we should do.

[And Lalli complained about that then, but he isn't going to complain about that NOW. Let him... kiss! He's gonna!]

[Super difficult people get kisses if they're very good-looking and are fortunate enough to have such kind, generous kiss benefactors as Emil himself. Truly, he is charitable.]

And I would have said it again, but I like hearing it from you.

[Because he's right about what they should do each and every time! Now Emil is smug, as he finally lets go of Lalli to sit back in his chair and finish his fruit bits. Soon, they can crawl back into bed, where it's warm and safe and no crazy people are trying to hurt them with their minds. He's looking forward to it like he's never looked forward to crawling into bed before. Ah, the boy... a whole day of being lazy with Lalli is just... superb.

Ah, but-] I don't know where Guts found you, but you need to wash your hair.

[Love him. Use his shampoo.]

[...Huh. As terrible as he is with these types of things, Lalli has a sneaking suspicion that he... took the bait! Hook, line, and sinker! But as he peers at Emil's face while he reaches for his half-eaten bowl of porridge, even that dumb expression isn't the worst thing in the world; like, it's just not something he can really bring himself to be annoyed by, because a) he wants to stay here and b) he's still pleased with his four (4!) kisses. The rare win/win scenario...

But his hair? He shouldn't care, and yet his free hand automatically goes up to, like, feel for whatever's wrong with it.]

Aha. [It feels fine?? But anyway, as he shrugs and, like, reaches for his spoon: pay attention to this important correction.] ...I found him. In an alley.

[So chances are high that Lalli conked the fuck out in some gross alley slime, but shh. Shh. Talk about other things and let him eat in peace; he's going to kind-of-sort-of think about his hair while he finishes breakfast—doubly so if Emil hounds him about it—and then, when his porridge is gone and the last of his coffee has been choked down... okay, yes, he'll go take a shower. Brush his teeth. FINALLY change clothes, all before he slinks back into the room lookin' like a wet rat. This is, how you say... a tiny timeskip.

Anyway, he's fresh and he's clean and he's sneezing as he dumps his old clothes on the floor. Emil's shampoo... smells very strong! And the water was cold! The things he does for this boy.]

[Lalli going off to shower - at Emil's continued badgering, of course - means Emil is left to clean up the breakfast dishes, which here means "putting the dishes back in the kitchen and fleeing," but details. He's back and settled, making sure the little table and chairs are tidily out of the way, then plopping down on the bed before Lalli comes back out. Looking, well, as miserable as he always does when someone (Emil) so cruelly forces him to bathe.

They're not in the wilderness anymore! Hygiene matters!! But whatever, whatever, he's made his point and Lalli isn't greasy anymore. Very nice!!]

Lalli, we have a basket for clothes. I keep telling you!

[And, probably, keeps picking up after him, so whose fault is it, Emil— He's not getting up from this bed for a while yet, though, so not this time. Pick up... your shit, babe.

He sighs and pats the bed next to him. Let's go!!]

Come here and let me do something about that hair.

[It's fresh and smellin fine, he already knows, but Lalli? Comb? Perish the thought. Luckily Emil has a comb and will not be taking complaints about it today. Come heeeere.]

[That basket is halfway across the room? Please. Lalli does give his pile of clothes a careful nudge with one foot, though, making sure it's at least out of the way before he heads over to join Emil on the bed. He sees that comb. He's, um, a bit wary of that comb, but Emil messing with his hair... is good! Very good, even if this time it's probably going to involve Emil, like, teasing out tangle after tangle... yowch...

...Again: the things he does for this boy! Listen to that resigned sigh as he just barely leans over Emil's way.]

It's clean.

[Is that not ENOUGH! He even ran his fingers through it! ...Once.]

[Just hush and get ready for Combing Time. The one time a month Emil makes Lalli sit down and actually comb his hair properly...]

I know, but it'll be even worse if you let it dry in a mess like that.

[Once this hair is tangle-free, then he can touch it and compliment the nice shampoo smell. That's the deal. Lucky for Lalli, Emil's baby cousin experience makes him not half bad at getting the knots out of other people's hair, you know, because his own hair is perfect in every way and has never, ever tangled. He'll be gentle.]

It's going to be worse if you complain!

[Will it... maybe psychologically. Either way, hold still while Emil scoots a little closer to get started with The Combing. Do not fuss. It will be over soon.]

[Emil and his weird hang-ups about hair and hygiene... like, Lalli doesn't get what the big deal is, but there are worse things in life than letting this good-looking Swede fuss over his appearance.

...Still:]

Mrr.

[He's gotta? He's gotta, even as he shifts around a bit, hunches his shoulders, and sinks down to allow for easier access to his hair. Emil will be careful, he knows, so he supposes that he can sit like this for a while and just. Casually (re: intently) study that face. Consider whether he should kiss Emil's forehead or Emil's temple whenever he's freed from this combing session, because he still... wants to see what it's like... and surely he's allowed...

...Or maybe he should go for the hand kiss again, now that one is, you know, close to his face once more? Hmm! There's suddenly so many things to think about; forgive him for being even quieter and weirder than usual.]

[Personal hygiene is not a weird hang-up, gremlin... Don't ever speak such blasphemous words aloud or Emil will vibrate into the fifth dimension from stress. For now, he gives Lalli a look for that Complaint Sound, which he knows is a Complaint Sound because he knows Lalli's brand of pettiness very well. Stop that... whiny.

Still, it's just gentle hair-combing time now, although Lalli's terrible rat's nest will probably require some tugging, despite his best efforts. He's trying to be as gentle as possible!]

...Anyway, I hope the city goes back to normal soon, you know? Either it's exploding or there are horrible, evil magic things all over town making life hell. When do we get a real break!

[Ah, since Lalli is silent, it's Chattering Time as well. Please enjoy, because he'll keep going.]

[They'll never get a break. This world is terrible and weird and nothing in it seems to actually work, but—whatever! Lalli only shrugs instead of contributing anything useful to this (one-sided) conversation, because the obvious truth... is that he's half-listening to whatever Emil babbles on about. Why does this boy talk so much, anyway... why does Lalli like that about him...

The Emil Effect™. It makes up for a lot, including the way that comb occasionally hits a snag and causes Lalli to grit his teeth, but as nice as this attention (mostly) is... ugh! Surely his hair is fine now, he thinks. Totally fine, even if he's aware that Emil has only made it through, like, half of the mess atop his head; that's not enough to stop Lalli from reaching out to carefully take hold of Emil's very nice face. Oh, how the tables have turned.]

...Emil.

[Stop talking. Stop combing. Let Lalli lean a little closer, humming quietly to himself as he gets a better look at those eyes, because this is sooooo normal!]

[Emil is, like, midway through his latest complaint about the job he hasn't gone to in a week, dutifully combing Lalli's mess, and... aha? He trails off in the middle of a word when Lalli touches his face, blinking at him and then - yes, alright, he has stopped combing for now. Only because he can't stare at Lalli up close like this and comb his hair without it being awkward, so. Give it time.

Hello, pretty boy, more staring?? What's up?]

Lalli?

[Is this... well, what is this? He hasn't been shushed with a hand over his mouth, but it seems to be time to stare quietly, which sounds... good? He's okay with it, letting his hands fall back to his lap where he fidgets with the comb, idly. Could it be... is Lalli going to- boy, is his heartbeat loud? Can Lalli hear this?? Embarrassing- is he going to kiss him or what...]

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