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middaeg2019-11-16 10:13 pm
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Who: emil and lalli
When: event time, a lil early
Where: at home
What: dumb kids
Warnings: nah
[Things Emil hates: school. Things he's been forced to do since coming here, since some people are whiny and jealous that they aren't Witches: go to class. It's Lalli's fault that Emil is subject to this great and terrible tragedy, attending public school yet again, the bane of his brief existence... but he's played along and done it. It is, as he suspected, boring and everyone there is mean to him, or at least, blandly unimpressed with his lack of magical talent.
So it's both a matter of pride and of spite when he finally makes progress— one whole spell! That he can do all on his own! It's all thanks to his natural brains and not to the class, which probably actually spoiled his talents up until this point and that's why he's so behind in Magic 101. Definitely. This makes the most logical sense.
Either way. Emil learned A Spell, and since he is desperate for encouragement, he needs to show this thing to Lalli ASAP. He has since located Lalli and demanded he come sit in the bedroom and watch in awe as Emil does one whole magic(tm).
That was five minutes ago. He has yet to pop off the spell, but damn if he isn't trying. The next time he fumbles pulling it off, he stares very irritably at his hands, only glancing up at Lalli to make sure he isn't sneaking away. Please, do not leave him in his lowest moment.]
It's— It was working before, I swear! I have it this time, just... wait a minute—
[How EMBARRASSING!!!! Let the ground open and swallow him up here.]
When: event time, a lil early
Where: at home
What: dumb kids
Warnings: nah
[Things Emil hates: school. Things he's been forced to do since coming here, since some people are whiny and jealous that they aren't Witches: go to class. It's Lalli's fault that Emil is subject to this great and terrible tragedy, attending public school yet again, the bane of his brief existence... but he's played along and done it. It is, as he suspected, boring and everyone there is mean to him, or at least, blandly unimpressed with his lack of magical talent.
So it's both a matter of pride and of spite when he finally makes progress— one whole spell! That he can do all on his own! It's all thanks to his natural brains and not to the class, which probably actually spoiled his talents up until this point and that's why he's so behind in Magic 101. Definitely. This makes the most logical sense.
Either way. Emil learned A Spell, and since he is desperate for encouragement, he needs to show this thing to Lalli ASAP. He has since located Lalli and demanded he come sit in the bedroom and watch in awe as Emil does one whole magic(tm).
That was five minutes ago. He has yet to pop off the spell, but damn if he isn't trying. The next time he fumbles pulling it off, he stares very irritably at his hands, only glancing up at Lalli to make sure he isn't sneaking away. Please, do not leave him in his lowest moment.]
It's— It was working before, I swear! I have it this time, just... wait a minute—
[How EMBARRASSING!!!! Let the ground open and swallow him up here.]
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...Well, it's official: Lalli is having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time, which is made all the worse by the fact that he can't find his amazingly comfortable sweater? He'd tossed it in a particular corner of his room, he's fairly certain, but it's no longer there; it's no longer... anywhere in his tiny room, apparently, and gods, but he's both cold and in desperate need of absurdly long sleeves. His black turtleneck just isn't cutting it! It's meant to be worn underneath things; like, it's impossible for him to hide his hands beneath its form-fitting cuffs, so you know, when Emil pops in to say hello, he's really in no mood to leave the safety of his space. He's really not.
But Emil is Emil—which means that Lalli soon finds himself sitting sideways in a chair in Emil's room, knees drawn to his chest as he watches and waits for... whatever Thing is supposed to be happening here. A spell, Emil assured him. A very impressive spell, but Lalli's impatient self has yet to see so much as a single spark—and while Emil's expressive face is fairly amusing to watch, Lalli keeps finding himself glancing down at the hands resting atop his knees. They're carefully clenched into fists, and yet...
...And yet. He knows what's going on with them, thanks, which is probably (re: definitely) why he shoots Emil a flat look in response to all of that babbling. He has little patience at the best of times, but now? Ooh, boy. His eyes jump from his hands, to the window, to the sweater thrown over the back of his chair (aha?), to Emil's face. It's basically an eyeroll.]
Hrmh. [A noise that perfectly sums up the current mood, and while he could leave it at that... fine, fine.] I've been waiting.
[For five whole minutes, yes, and that's a long time! Duh! What if he just... snags the edge of this sweater... and drags it into his lap while Emil continues doing Emil Things...]
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But he's busy glaring at his hands instead of paying attention to Lalli after that; there's a mumble or two, while he curses public school and tries to remember what he's supposed to say in equal parts and comes up empty. Give him another minute or two—]
Ugh— okay! This time, for sure! Lalli, watch.
[He's going to do it! For real now!! And as luck would have it, he does! ...Mostly. He's not nearly competent enough to be trusted in the specialization classes, not that anyone told him that, and while prestidigitation is the lowest of the low level spells, it sounds very big and impressive to Emil, so that's what he's got in his arsenal right now: making fake sensory effects. Naturally, his sensory effect is a walnut-sized little ball of light that flickers to life with considerable effort hovering over his hands, and nearly winks right out of existence again when Emil startles at actually having done it.
Behold!!!]
Look, see? I asked for something useful like a fire spell or something, but this is getting there. Don't you think? Look!
[praise him]
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...So Emil? Yeah. So Emil, which is why he doesn't mind them as much as he should; like, they're certainly not enough to stop him from leaning forward and slipping an arm into one of the—oh. Right. This dumb sweater is sleeveless, which is even stupider than the bows. What, pray tell, is the point of a sleeveless sweater? Lalli doesn't know, but as he's already committed, he wraps this damn thing around himself anyway. Pros: soft, warm-ish, very Emil™. Cons: sleeveless, distracting bows, very Emil™.
Hmm. It's a puzzle he's still trying to piece together when Emil demands his attention yet again, but at least there's a payoff this time! ...Kind of. He looks over just in time to catch a glimpse of that soft light before it winks back out of existence, and you know, despite himself—he is impressed? Just a hair. Just a tad. It was pretty, while it lasted...
But a) it didn't last very long at all and b) there's that sour tang of jealousy again! Damn! He should probably... reach out to offer Emil a (pity) pat, because learning magic is difficult and any progress is better than none; instead, however, he blinks down at Emil's hands, corners of his mouth turning downward as he hums. Hmm.]
...It didn't last very long. [A beat, and then, just to add insult to injury:] And it was too small.
[Lalli: Professional Critic. But while this dumb sweater lacks sleeves, it does have a ridiculously high collar; he's just going to pull it up and tuck his chin down behind it, thanks.]
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Were you even watching? It was perfect!
[It was not perfect, but it was decent and that's all anyone can ask of Emil when it comes to learning new skills, especially magic, which is a little bit, hmm... scary? He has more unpleasant memories with magic involved than the alternative, so his little light ball is the best it's going to get on short notice.
He drops his hands to his sides and sighs, giving up now because Lalli isn't appreciating his many efforts at all. Give him a break...]
Fine! You don't have to like it. [yes he does actually] I saw it.
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Well!!! Water is wet, the sky is blue, Lalli is petty; like, these things are just known, but while there's some satisfaction to be found in the way Emil's expression shifts, it's also accompanied with some degree of... hmm. Guilt, perhaps? It isn't a good feeling, that's for sure, which is why he buries his chin deeper behind the wall of Emil's(!) sweater and, ah. Thinks. Reconsiders. You can't even see the tip of his nose, at this point. What a weirdo.]
I saw it, too.
[An almost surly correction, because seeing it is why he was unimpressed in the first place! Duh, Emil! And you know, he didn't say that he didn't like it? Not... explicitly, anyway, but saying that is somewhat of a lie, so. So.]
...Do it again.
[He will watch the ENTIRE TIME!! Or, well. Most of the time.]
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[Or more accurately, maybe he's deeply worried that he won't be able to do it again, now that he's been criticized. He's fragile, Lalli, please be delicate with him? This should be old news by now!
He sighs again, very put upon, very tragic, no one has ever suffered as much as Emil Västerström ever in history, but he waves a hand to indicate that Lalli can just shut up and watch him and be very impressed now, thanks. Commentary is so unnecessary and Lalli has made his point! (That point being that Lalli is a brat, of course.)]
Try to pay attention, at least.
[It's not any easier to produce a little ball of light the second time, but he still manages it; that's twice in a row! And naturally, because this is Emil, it's not as exciting as he thought it would be to pull off his very impressive spell twice in such close succession... It's just Emil standing there holding out his hands with a light ball bobbing there, while he looks bored and impatient with the whole concept.
Ego: bruised. Admire him, goddamn it.]
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...And it's not, like. Terribly different from the prior attempt, but perhaps there's some improvement? Perhaps? Lalli tells himself it might be a bit brighter than before—and it definitely seems somewhat more stable! He has time to stretch a hand toward it, to almost-but-not-quite poke it with a finger before it once again winks out of existence... and he's left with his hand hovering above Emil's empty ones. Dang.]
Ah, [he breathes, somewhat... disappointed? Not in Emil, per se, but he didn't get to touch it and see what it was like. To feel this new magic the only way he can—but this is, once again, more about Friendship than anything, so he fights past those petty emotions once more.] It was... better, this time.
[...He's trying!! He is, hence the reason he brings his hand down to, like. Awkwardly pat Emil's. There's that friendship pat he failed to give earlier... enjoy it...]
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But better this time, huh? That's something, he supposes.]
Hmm, I guess. [A beat, and he mumbles:] It was good the first time, too.
[So there!! He's very talented! And they can talk about just how talented he is in a moment, after he blinks and looks down at both their hands. Something about this friendship pat is different...]
Did you do something to your hands?
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...But oh, what the fuck? What the fuck. He blinks down at his hand, still sitting lightly atop Emil's, before he promptly pulls it back to his chest. Don't mind that hand, Emil... or the familiar fabric of the familiar sweater it's pressed against...]
No.
[Short. Clipped. A clear attempt to end this conversation before it begins, so that is... a yeeeees?]
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You did, I could feel it.
[Let him see! Ah, but as he leans closer to stare at the back of Lalli's hand, like that will reveal all of his salacious hand secrets—]
When did you put on my sweater? I was in here the whole time!
[This one is genuine confusion... Truly, he had no idea.]
i told you it would be 4am
But pbbt, what a stupid question.]
Before your weird spell worked, [he oh-so vaguely supplies.] You weren't paying attention.
[Just like he wasn't paying attention, so fair's fair!!! Let him live his life—and let him keep this sweater, because he doesn't want Emil, of all people, to see his hand. What if Emil thinks he's... well, you know... extra weird...]
thank u for ur continued 4am dedication
You weren't paying attention, if you were putting on my sweater.
[Hmph, so there, his magic was good and important the whole time. Thief! Anyway, hiding his weird hands already is extra weird, so please Let Emil See...]
You can't hide your hands in there forever, you know. Like, how do you think you're going to eat? Don't get crumbs in it. [his! thing! don't be a gremlin!]