[Lalli isn't... the most talkative person in the world. He's content to sit and stare at his porridge in perfect silence, thanks, but—ah, is this person talking to him? He blinks warily over at him, wondering if he can, like, slip away before he's expected to respond...
...Well, it's unfortunately too late for that! Small talk: Lalli's nightmare scenario.]
Mm. It tastes like dirt, [he says oh-so flatly, lifting his chin as he pushes his bowl far, far away.] Or candles.
you know what i'm here for (it's prompt v-a)
...Well, it's unfortunately too late for that! Small talk: Lalli's nightmare scenario.]
Mm. It tastes like dirt, [he says oh-so flatly, lifting his chin as he pushes his bowl far, far away.] Or candles.
[Has he eaten candle soup before? Maybe so.]