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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.]

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[He was watching when it counted!! Aka for the brief second the light was there, but—ugh. If this world's gods or... whatever it is that's out there just had to take his magic, it would have been better, he thinks, if they'd given this new magic to him. Wouldn't he have an easier time with this? Wouldn't he be able to handle bigger, better spells? Wouldn't he—

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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Maybe I don't want to do it again.

[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.]

[And maybe Lalli doesn't want to sit here and watch Emil struggle to produce this teeny tiny light, but that's what friendship is all about, isn't it? Sacrifice! Lalli thinking about more than his own... everything, which is why, as difficult as it is, he only offers up a quietly annoyed mrrh before leaning forward to watch Emil cast his weird spell. Let him just intently focus on those hands, thanks... he's waiting for something much grander than the last attempt...

...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...]

[Friendship terminated, Emil's best friend is this ball of light now. He almost tells Lalli not to touch it, because he has no idea what it will do, but it disappears and leaves them gesturing at the air before he has the chance. Hm, well. That's that.

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?

[A happy Emil is better than a pissy Emil, but, uh? "Good?" Hmm. The first attempt was... adequate, Lalli supposes, but while his face does screw up the slightest bit, he at least has the sense to (mostly) keep it to himself. If this is the price he has to pay...

...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?]

[Ooookay, new plan: shelve magic for now, because it's terrible anyway, and tell him what's going on with those hands! Boy!]

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.]

[Emil leans closer and Lalli instinctively leans away, pressing himself closer to the back of this chair—and hey, would you look at that! It turns out that this stupid, like, half-sweater is good for something after all, because the fact that the front of it is gaping opens means Lalli is free to slip his hand beneath it. Try staring at his hand NOW!

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...]

[That's Emil's sweater... What's more important: the theft, or the mysterious something Lalli is clearly- and badly- trying to hide? It's obviously the latter, because duh, but first:]

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!]

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i told you it would be 4am

thank u for ur continued 4am dedication