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

[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. )