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[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...]

[Lalli promptly releases Emil's face and sits on back, The End. Or: Lalli keeps his hands right where they are, canting his head to the side as he continues studying Emil's stupidly blue eyes. There's nothing necessarily new about them, of course, but it's not like he's ever had an opportunity to be this close for this long? Things are somehow even better like this?

Or, well Things are mostly better. The (short) distance is a thing he's very much aware of and a thing he's trying not to think about, because there goes his heart again! He can feel it speeding up for no apparent reason at all, and that makes no sense. He's only looking at a face he's seen many a time before? Only, mmm, silently admiring the good-looking person who kissed him, but the longer he stays like this, the warmer—the stranger—he feels. Emil is going to be the death of him... he knows it, and yet...

...And yet. Lalli sighs, sitting up as straight as he possibly can before he gently tugs Emil's face downward. Not very far, mind you; just low enough for Lalli to lean forward and clumsily press a kiss against that forehead. ...Against those bangs, really, but listen! He can't afford to pull his hands away from Emil's face, especially not after he decides to lean back in to press a second kiss just a smidge below the first. There! Even and centered... time to slowly pull away and see if Emil is fine with what he's done before he, you know. Falls back and dies.]

[Aha, the sudden death round. Emil is expecting it after their very saucy breakfast, honestly, but that still doesn't prepare him for actually, actively being kissed. He murmurs out a surprised little "oh" when Lalli tilts his face downward, and ah— there it is... The kiss!

...And the second kiss!! He hums and drops the comb onto the bed, reaching for Lalli's waist and loosely curling his fingers in the back of his shirt. It's a second or two before he remembers to look up at Lalli again, flustered - boy, is his face red. Who knew that two real, intentional kisses would undo him so much more easily than one half-asleep kiss to the hand! Whew!

Well, first things first: Dumb Emil Things(tm):] You smell nice.

[Is it still a compliment, when he smells like Emil's shampoo... yes, of course. Even with half a head of messy hair, Lalli is super fresh and looks, hmm, like the loveliest person Emil has ever seen, this close to his own face— His heart stopped thirty seconds ago, or else he'd do something like laugh nervously and say something even dumber, right here and now.

Very fortunate.]

Feel free to do that... whenever you want.

[Two quick, simple pecks, because while Lalli isn't as, um, easily panicked as Emil—hmm. The first set of kisses was a test? An opportunity for Lalli to test the kissing waters, if you will. He was fairly certain than Emil wouldn't mind, and kissing a forehead didn't seem like a terribly tricky thing, but what if... what if...

Doubts! Stupid, stupid doubts that begin to fade when those hands brush against his back, then fade entirely when Emil actually looks up at him to say that oh-so ridiculous thing. ...Pfft. Other people are mysteries, but Lalli's spent enough time around this one to know that a dopey Emil is... a happy Emil. Plus Emil is just so red? His cheeks are so warm? Lalli's heart is still pounding; like, a part of him is still... slightly nervous about this new thing of theirs, and yet as he looks down at the face he's holding—the face he kissed!—and realizes that he's the cause of all this dopiness? Well. He really can't help but to feel a (tiny) bit smug.

And listen—it helps. Now he doesn't need to worry about things; now he can just, you know, focus on what's important, like barely turning Emil's face to the side. Whenever he wants...]

Mm. I will.

[A hint of that smugness creeps into his voice, because what about... now! Yes, now seems good; it's why Lalli leans right back in, unable to resist nosing into that soft hair before he presses a lingering kiss to Emil's temple. Hey, who's in a hurry to pull away... not him, even though he feels the need to murmur:]

...You smell nice, too.

[Like that strong shampoo, yes, but also like... Emil??? Don't ask; this is just Lalli Romance at its finest.]

[Oh, now he's smug again, of course. Emil likes that, actually, conceptually; not that a smug Lalli is always very easy to handle, but that Lalli likes this enough to be smug about it is... good! In its own way. That Lalli likes kissing him enough to declare he'll do it whenever he wants, hoo boy... that makes Emil's long-since-stopped heart kick back into high gear.

There's just so much Lalli happening right now? And Emil is clingy, gripping his shirt more certainly to tug him closer. If he's going to linger there and say nice, sweet things, he might as well move the rest of him over. Come here!! Tell him more about how admirable his hair care routine is, he's very interested in hearing about that...]

You can't get away from combing your hair that easily.

[But actually... maybe? For like, ten minutes? Yeah.]

[Emil pulling him forward is... unexpected, but—strangely enough!—not unwelcome? Like, Lalli still stiffens, focus shifting from Emil's hair to everything else about this current arrangement, but—hey, he's survived kissing this boy three whole times! Surely scooting a bit closer won't be the end of him.

First, though? Emil. A sort of half-huff, half-sigh escapes Lalli, because listen, dumb boy...]

My hair is fine. [He pauses, considering how, exactly, to best go about this moving business before he winds up letting his hands drop down to Emil's shoulders. Is this okay?? He doesn't know, but it feels okay, so—hmm. Hmm.] ...And you said I can do this whenever I want.

[So naturally this smug baby wants to do this for however long it takes for his tangled hair to be forgotten, which is why he brushes his lips against Emil's temple one last time before finally, cautiously moving to close some of this distance between them. The way they're sitting makes things rather tricky, and he's not quite sure where their limbs are supposed to go, but... they can workshop it...]

[Just stick quite literally to his side and everything will be juuust fine. Emil scoffs - he's going to brush that hair if it kills him - but he's more than content to sit here and tug Lalli into another poorly-arranged hug. Kiss him freely, please... it's all good.]

I know, but I'm just saying! Your hair looks so much nicer when you care about it for just a minute.

[Minimal effort is all he asks, right now... that's it! Just two minutes of caring about appearances and he'll cover the rest! That's definitely not too much.]

[Dopey Emil is so much better than this Emil! Come back! Lalli wonders, briefly, if kissing an entirely new spot will do the trick, but—hmm. Where can he press another kiss, you know? Where does he want to press another kiss... this is complicated stuff...

Well, how about this—a kiss right above Emil's ear, after Lalli reaches up to smooth some of that hair out of the way.]

Mmn. [Does he want Emil to think that he looks nice? Yes, weirdly enough, but also:] Sometimes you say too many things.

[That's just, like, Lalli's opinion, man. Emil totally should've left it all at "Do this whenever you want," but is Lalli still going to RELUCTANTLY slink back down? Maybe. Yes. Enjoy the lack of new and exciting kisses, since apparently hair is faaaaar more important...]

[Wow, this treatment, so unfair after his very generous smooches and compliments. Emil rolls his eyes; thanks for the additional kiss, love it(!!), but wow...]

But you still talk to me.

[Lalli loooves him, so there. Emil manages to mash smug and flustered together, since he's still flushed and looking like a doofus while he says these bratty things. It's fine! He only needs a minute or two to finish making Lalli's hair look halfway decent, then Lalli can kiss him wherever he wants.

It's a great plan. He picks up the comb again, smoothing back the bit of Lalli's hair he's already combed before he continues his magnum opus here. This whiny boy...]

It's not like we have somewhere to be. We have the whole day! [...for kisses, specifically. For those things.]

[Lalli likes this chatterbox very, very much, but please, let his messy hair... rest. Never mind the fact that this short combing break isn't a bad thing; his heart certainly appreciates it, and it's also nice to sit back and see Emil's dumb face again, but! Still!

...Still. Lalli does his best to look unimpressed with this attention as he brings his hands right back up to Emil's face. Palms against his cheeks, fingers slipping back into that miraculously tangle-free hair... the best of both worlds.]

The whole day...

[He likes the sound of that? He has to quietly repeat that? Like, yes, work is still a Thing that will creep up far too soon, and yet—listen to that pleased little hum. Despite his best efforts, it's oddly difficult to stay grumpy this morning.]

Good. [A beat, and then, because he's greedy and because that comb hits another stupid tangle:] You should kiss me again.

[Nice try, but combing will continue even if Lalli puts hands all over his face. He even nods despite that, because yes, the whole day. Miraculous! Imagine if they were at all responsible and didn't take whole days off just to kiss. What a life that would be...

But, ah— jeez, Lalli is dead set on not letting Emil's blush fade away, saying things like that. So demanding!!]

Hmm, well, I can multitask?

[He can kiss and comb at the same time... He shifts to lean forward and press a kiss to Lalli's forehead again, while he tugs the comb through the rest of that tangle. Don't focus on that! Focus only on the kiss and the combing will all be over soon.]

[Lalli says what Lalli wants, just like Lalli does what Lalli wants... and hey! It's all working out! ...Mostly. This de-tangling business is still annoying, of course, but as long as more forehead kisses are on the table, he supposes that he can deal it. He could get used to this! He already is getting used to this.

Actually, though, are more forehead kisses on the table? Time to be brat, aka time to sigh and make sure that Emil can't just pull away.]

...Again.

[Yeah, yeah, this whole thing is almost over, but that doesn't mean he's not going to milk it for all it's worth.]

[Wow! Needy! Emil leans back just enough to properly raise an eyebrow at Lalli, then leans in to kiss him again, anyway. Slightly longer this time, juuust so he can get this last tangle out... there! The comb is done, which Emil makes abundantly clear by tossing it elsewhere on the bed and cupping Lalli's face in his hands, still leaned in close for head kisses.

Hmm! To think, not even an hour ago he nearly lost his mind when he got caught kissing, and now Lalli is insisting and he's just doing it, like it's nothing! Like kissing Lalli is not the most heart-pounding thing he's done in months.]

It has to be your turn sooner or later, you know.

[Kiss him... everywhere.]

[Finally! Goodbye, comb; hello, Emil's full and undivided attention. The corners of Lalli's lips most certainly are not curling upward.]

When I want it to be.

[Which sounds like an actual attempt to be witty, but it's really, really not; it's just Lalli repeating the rules of this... whatever-it-is, even though he knows full well that he wants to kiss Emil right here, right now. Repeatedly. Who knew that kissing someone could be so nice?? Truly, this is a day full of firsts.

But ah, Emil's forehead is much too far away, and does Lalli feel like straightening back up? No, because it's much easier to just, like, lift his chin a bit and press a quick kiss to the underside of Emil's jaw. Is this fine... he doesn't know, so he's, um, trying not to think about it. Acting without thinking... such a dangerous way to handle things out in the real world, but here...]

Oh, right, of course.

[It's Lalli being a brat, that's what it is. He's cute, though, so Emil will accept him as he is... A great idea, because he gets a kiss anyway? In a surprising place, one that makes him sputter, aha— so many kisses... He slides his fingers into Lalli's hair, considering. Nice? Nice.]

Hmmmm. Do that again.

[Is he allowed to make demands too? Of course, don't be silly. Just smooch.]

[Well! Now he can't help but to think about where, exactly, he just kissed Emil, but—it's fine, right? It's fiiiiiine. Surely Emil wouldn't have asked for a second kiss if it was, you know, a weird place to kiss, so...

...So. It's a good thing his hands are still right there on Emil's face; it allows him to tilt Emil's head back a tiny bit more, just to better expose that one particular spot before he kisses it once more. But... slower, this time? Softer? Because instead of immediately pulling away, he sort of... lingers there, silently—nervously!—waiting for some type of response. Good? Okay? What's the verdict?]

[The, ah, the process of kissing him there might be a little weird - but then again, they're doing this whole thing a little weird, and that's just how they are as people, so! Emil is fine with it! More than fine, in fact, with Lalli staying this close to him. Aha...

...Oh, is he supposed to—]

...Again?

[How many kisses can he get!!]

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