( Being fair, he's still a little flabberghasted that about 48 hours or so ago Lalli yelled at him, and now he's practically trying to meld into his neck...and also he's a smidge tipsy, so he's dumber than usual.
Emil looks around, suddenly very self-conscious -- You're warm. Lalli is shoved against him in the middle of an outdoor bartop, although no one seems to mind or notice. Not that he cares, but he feels awkward suddenly, and he certainly doesn't like that...but also Lalli is warm and also nice, so how much does he really care? Curiosities that are warring in his mind. )
Not at all.( That's what his mind decides to say before his mouth has a choice in the matter. Maybe telepathy wouldn't be so bad. )Are you sure you want to though? I can let go.
( Since he's still half-propping him up and all. )
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Emil looks around, suddenly very self-conscious -- You're warm. Lalli is shoved against him in the middle of an outdoor bartop, although no one seems to mind or notice. Not that he cares, but he feels awkward suddenly, and he certainly doesn't like that...but also Lalli is warm and also nice, so how much does he really care? Curiosities that are warring in his mind. )
Not at all. ( That's what his mind decides to say before his mouth has a choice in the matter. Maybe telepathy wouldn't be so bad. ) Are you sure you want to though? I can let go.
( Since he's still half-propping him up and all. )