[Going from leaning against the wall to leaning against a shoulder isn't nearly enough to wake Lalli; his snoozing self easily settles into this new position, unconsciously moving his arm to a much comfier place as he slowly slips off to—
—somewhere... vaguely familiar? It's a slow, sleepy thought as he swims awake, because he doesn't have to open his eyes to know that he isn't where he should be. He's sitting somewhere soft, for one thing, leaning against something that's, um, breathing. Hmm. This isn't exactly a common occurrence in his personal Finnish forest, but brief moment of panic aside—oh, right. Things fall into place, especially once he does open his eyes and see where, exactly, he is.
And... what, exactly, he's leaning against. Ah. Lalli sits upright a bit faster than he probably should, hand automatically going to the cheek that was pressed against Emil's arm as he blinks back at his friend. Weird? Definitely weird. The leaning-against-Emil thing, and, you know, just... being back in this place. The orphanage! No, no.]
Your... home? [His eyes slide around the room, taking everything in before summing it all up with a:] Mrh.
[An uncomfortable noise from a clearly uncomfortable boy. So many memories...]
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—somewhere... vaguely familiar? It's a slow, sleepy thought as he swims awake, because he doesn't have to open his eyes to know that he isn't where he should be. He's sitting somewhere soft, for one thing, leaning against something that's, um, breathing. Hmm. This isn't exactly a common occurrence in his personal Finnish forest, but brief moment of panic aside—oh, right. Things fall into place, especially once he does open his eyes and see where, exactly, he is.
And... what, exactly, he's leaning against. Ah. Lalli sits upright a bit faster than he probably should, hand automatically going to the cheek that was pressed against Emil's arm as he blinks back at his friend. Weird? Definitely weird. The leaning-against-Emil thing, and, you know, just... being back in this place. The orphanage! No, no.]
Your... home? [His eyes slide around the room, taking everything in before summing it all up with a:] Mrh.
[An uncomfortable noise from a clearly uncomfortable boy. So many memories...]