An Eggciting Day

[lunala]

Who: anyone and everyone
Where: all over Aimintas
When: Day 66
Open: Open party log for egg hatching! Make your own top levels and tag out to other people!

[Guess what, it's egg hatching time! Marvel at your new lizard babies! Give them names! Coo over their cuteness! Immediately learn the trouble of parenting! Spend all night not sleeping as your lizard child screams until four in the morning!]

Comments

[enflame]

( Emil's to the side, on high alert -- if the papping becomes too intense, he'll scoop the critter up.

In the meantime, Lisko looks at Lalli's finger a bit crosseyed. This doesn't entirely scan with them. Does he want another pap...? Does he want a whap? Instead they hone in on that slender digit pointing at them and reach for it with their small claws.

What do you want them to do with this, buddy? Because surely you don't want a zap. )

[lalliho]

[ah.

what does he do when he's caught.]

...No?

[Right??? Like, it's a gentle touch, but it's a touch... Give him back his finger. Maybe he'll try to brush off the lizard fingers...]

[enflame]

( Oh no, Lalli's ensnared -- time to step in. )

Hey, stop that! No, Lisko. ( Lizard Dad is here to pick up the stiff creature that's determined to stay where they are even though they are but a small lizard that weighs about the same as a sack of flour and the human is stronk. They let go of Lalli's finger but continue to click clack at him. Lizard Dad is okay, but the thin one is more interesting. )

It's -- Lisko's just curious. I'm sure they'll try to get into and sniff out everything.

( He's still committed to making sure they don't bother Lalli, but Lisko seems like a very determined critter, made obvious by how they're still wriggling expectantly, hoping to investigate him further. )

[lalliho]

[Bless Emil... Lalli pulls his hands back to himself, head tipping as he studies this click-clacking creature to try and understand it. The gentle compliance wasn't so bad, but Emil's words are worrying, and that wiggling...]

Mrh.

[Still unsure, he gets to his feet and approaches with narrowed eyes.]

Hold them still.

[...as much as you...can... But Lalli's still edging closer. There, now he's in inspection range, even if it means he's brushing against Emil in a few spots. Hi, little Lisko. Is this better?]

You can't grab or hit.

[His command is more of a mumble, this time. Seems he's accepted that the poor thing's just too young to comprehend that right now. Worth taking note of his rules, though, since he's sacrificing so much with this light lean on Emil's side.]

[enflame]

( Lisko stops their squirming as Lalli gets closer -- yes, that's exactly what they want!! There's an instinct within them that says they need to grab a hold of his nose to also pap it (the shape is nice, they like it). Once they look into Lalli's eyes, however, their click-clacking ceases.

There's some sort of understanding between the two and Lisko goes a bit limp, though their front claws instead find solace attaching themselves to Emil's arm. Thank goodness they're the thick, squared kind and not the pointy, limb-piercing kind.

Speaking of Emil, he's just sort of stuck awkwardly frozen making sure he touches nothing else lest he set off some Lalli alarm again. )

You can't tell them not to grab. Babies do that. It's some sort of...good thing? ( Emil might be good with kids but that doesn't mean he knows shit about actual development stages. ) They should learn what 'no' means so we can tell them when something is bad or dangerous -- or if you don't like what they're doing.

[lalliho]

What? Why do they need to grab?

[He's reasonably sure he never grabbed things. Then again, he still constantly grabs things -- often things that are not actually his until the moment after he grabs them. Hmn.]

Puhhh. Teach them 'no', then.

[it's that simple

it's also extra dumb because he's satisfied with how Lisko is currently acting...]

[enflame]

( If this lizard was somehow actually theirs, a majority of their DNA would definitely be Lalli's. )

It's how they learn...or something! They just can't grab anything dangerous.

( Lisko looks between the talking humans, aware of the sounds but not at all understanding of what they mean. They wriggle themselves around to attach themselves to Emil's sweater, hanging on like a koala. Thick human is nice to cling to, even if he doesn't smell as magical -- the lack of nature stank makes up for it. )

I don't know how long it'll stay...you know. Babyish. It won't last forever as long as they learn quickly.

[lalliho]

[He gives an approving hum at that koala-ing. Yes, very good, cling to Emil. That's the right one.]

...It isn't so bad. I guess. Right now.

[enflame]

( That's not a bad answer. It's actually a really good answer, as far as Emil's concerned. A little bit of that stress in the back of his mind disappears -- hopefully, he won't have to be pulling the lizard off Lalli anytime soon.

Lisko doesn't dislike hanging onto the thick human, but it's also boring. They turn around crawling back down amid protests from said thick human to not rip his clothes. They're careful, okay? Calm down.

At least, they might think that if they had the capacity for language yet.

The bed is more interesting. They can see both humans and pap at the soft mattress, which is much better than the hard floor. At the same time, they can see so much but there's nothing to play with up here. Entertain them, humans!! Rolling onto their back, Lisko looks up at the too with unblinking eyes, legs wriggling even if there's no surface for them to click-clack on. They are a growing lizard who needs to be mentally stimulated. )

I...don't have any idea what that's supposed to mean. ( Yeah, Emil's lost on this display of a gesture; god damn lizards are weird. )

[lalliho]

[what a precious... This is some Good Shit, excellent decisions, tiny lizard. Not that Lalli has any idea what's happening, he's just watching with vague interest. Wow, look at them go. That's some wigglin'.]

I don't know. I really don't speak baby.

[enflame]

( So helpful. Emil sits next to it, making sure both it and Lalli have ample room to...do whatever they need. He speaks a little baby, but he's also semi-fluent in cat -- and he knows that stretched out, exposed-tummy pose usually means they want a tickle-rub.

He hesitantly pokes their softer underbelly, which causes a little more motion in those continuously open and closing feet. A cautious scritch scritch, harder to do on a bumpy lizard belly. Even more wriggles.

It's not until he rubs their tiny tummy in circles that they thrash their tail and make pre-verbal gurgling noises, more akin to Lalli's blub blub guess than the eventually agreed upon scratchy frog vocalizing. )

Lalli, I think it's laughing. ( This is said couched in tiny giggles and maybe one embarrassing mini-snort. This is too precious, holy shit. )