[Lalli enjoys a thrilling night out on the town... except that he doesn't, of course. Not really. There's nothing particularly fun about running down street after street; there is, however, something cathartic about settling into a steady sort of rhythm. This is when his scout training should kick in, when he should work on scanning buildings and mapping out various paths, but what usually comes so easily to him suddenly seems... out of reach. Other things are demanding his attention, you see, and he finds himself focusing less on his surroundings and more on the question of why, exactly, he did what he did. Where did that urge even come from? Why is Emil the one person he sometimes wants to be... close to? He's spent twenty years building up wall after wall, only to let Emil, like, waltz right past all of them just to fix his hair.
...It's weird! That's the best he's got, honestly, so it's little wonder he's frustrated when he finally slinks back to the Queen's residence at some unseemly hour. He could slip into Emil's room—well, their room—without saying a word to Emil, but for some reason, the thought of seeing Emil at this point in time is... mmph. It's much, much better to just head for one of the many unused rooms he's poked through and rest there. At least that way he's free to think without distraction! To eventually sleep without worrying about what to say or what to do.
Until, you know, the next morning, when he's up and awake and fully aware that he should go find Emil. ...And that he wants to find Emil. Maybe, just maybe, enough time has passed for things to have settled? Probably... not. Hmm. That knowledge is what keeps Lalli in this dusty, empty room of his for the better part of the morning, staring out of the window while he avoids thinking about... going back? About watching Emil once again look at anything and everything but him. He's making great progress—and then Emil just has to reach out to him.
Well, it would be a lie to say that it isn't a relief? It's been less than a day since they last spoke, yes, and Emil's tone is initially less than pleasant, but as Emil continues on—ah, what a surprising thing to hear. What a wonderful thing to hear. As uncertain as he is about absolutely everything else, he can't help but to feel... pleased. Pleased, and slightly guilty, and, above all else, incredibly fond of this familiar voice, but he still takes a minute to turn those words over and over again in his mind. Emil missed him... Emil thinks that he's the best part of this place...
...Hmm.]
Soon? [A quiet question, followed by a ripple of uncertainty.] ...Maybe.
[And I wasn't ignoring you, he almost says, but there's a pause as he considers other things.]
Why did you apologize? Stupid.
[It's just as quiet as everything that came before? He's trying to keep all of his emotions in check as he reaches back out to Emil, and yet there is something unmistakably... fond... about that last word. A hint of it seeps right into this connection of theirs.]
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...It's weird! That's the best he's got, honestly, so it's little wonder he's frustrated when he finally slinks back to the Queen's residence at some unseemly hour. He could slip into Emil's room—well, their room—without saying a word to Emil, but for some reason, the thought of seeing Emil at this point in time is... mmph. It's much, much better to just head for one of the many unused rooms he's poked through and rest there. At least that way he's free to think without distraction! To eventually sleep without worrying about what to say or what to do.
Until, you know, the next morning, when he's up and awake and fully aware that he should go find Emil. ...And that he wants to find Emil. Maybe, just maybe, enough time has passed for things to have settled? Probably... not. Hmm. That knowledge is what keeps Lalli in this dusty, empty room of his for the better part of the morning, staring out of the window while he avoids thinking about... going back? About watching Emil once again look at anything and everything but him. He's making great progress—and then Emil just has to reach out to him.
Well, it would be a lie to say that it isn't a relief? It's been less than a day since they last spoke, yes, and Emil's tone is initially less than pleasant, but as Emil continues on—ah, what a surprising thing to hear. What a wonderful thing to hear. As uncertain as he is about absolutely everything else, he can't help but to feel... pleased. Pleased, and slightly guilty, and, above all else, incredibly fond of this familiar voice, but he still takes a minute to turn those words over and over again in his mind. Emil missed him... Emil thinks that he's the best part of this place...
...Hmm.]
Soon? [A quiet question, followed by a ripple of uncertainty.] ...Maybe.
[And I wasn't ignoring you, he almost says, but there's a pause as he considers other things.]
Why did you apologize? Stupid.
[It's just as quiet as everything that came before? He's trying to keep all of his emotions in check as he reaches back out to Emil, and yet there is something unmistakably... fond... about that last word. A hint of it seeps right into this connection of theirs.]