Lalli dug his hands deep into his pockets as he waited for Tuuri to leave her lecture.
It was Friday afternoon, exactly three days since the incident. She had seemed to have forgotten about their promise to talk about it, which suited Lalli just fine. He wasn't sure if he even had the words for it, in Finnish or not. His mind went back to Emil's hoodie, still stashed safely under his bed. The fabric inside of it felt delightful against his fingers, and Emil had insisted that he could keep it for a little longer if he wanted to. The blanket had returned into his possession too after Emil had caught Lalli snooping around for it yesterday. He didn't ask many questions about it.
The hallway was relatively empty apart from a few people hovering around, waiting for their own lectures to start, and a handful of people sitting on the coffee stained sofas clustered around a sticky table. One of them held a sketchpad bigger than they were, and they were furiously scribbling away. Every so often, they'd peek over the top of the pad and glance at Lalli before continuing to scribble. He tried to ignore it. They probably weren't looking at him, he was just being paranoid-
They had eye contact.
Yup. They were drawing him.
He wasn't entirely sure how to feel about that.
His saving grace was unexpected and certainly wanted. He heard him before he saw him, the gibberish that he called his native language making Lalli perk up immediately.
Emil? Was it Emil? He could hide behind him. Emil wouldn't mind, he wouldn't ask annoying questions.
Then he saw the blond hair and the stupid boots Emil insisted on wearing when it rained, and the Swedish became clearer. Lalli still didn't understand a single word of it, but he knew for definite that his mind wasn't playing tricks, and Emil was walking straight towards him. He was on the phone, happily nattering away, but he paused when he looked up and saw Lalli. A grin split on Emil's face, and he quickly said something in Swedish that sounded like an excuse of some kind and he stashed his phone into his pocket before walking towards Lalli with purposeful strides.
"Lalli! I didn't think you'd be here." Emil said, stopping just in between Lalli and the person who was drawing him. Lalli shifted slightly so he was almost totally obscured from view.
"Waiting for Tuuri." He replied, peeking over Emils shoulder to glare at the person with the sketchpad. They didn't seem to notice, their eyes still glued to the page as their pencil continued to scratch away. Emil threw a glance over his shoulder to see what had Lallis attention.
"Who're you glaring at?"
"The one with a sketchpad. They wont stop staring at me."
"Take it as a compliment."
"I don't want to be stared at."
Emil shifted slightly to better obscure Lalli from view. "This better?"
Lalli nodded. It was still kind of hard to hide; Emil was shorter than him, and he wasn't about to bend his knees just to sink down a few inches. It'd have to do.
"So are you and Tuuri going anywhere together?" Emil asked. Lalli shook his head.
"Just going home." He simply replied, "We were going to go to the fair but apparently it's too wet." Lalli sounded somewhat bitter.
"You wanted to go?"
"I've never been to one."
A plan slowly started forming in his head. The fair was apparently a yearly event; when the days started to get shorter and the nights unforgivingly cold, the fair would rock up in the park nearby and stay there for a few weeks. When they walked home, they could see the bright lights illuminating the night and could faintly hear the music.
"We could still go." Emil replied.
"Tuuri would complain. It's irritating."
"Just means she cares."
"It's still irritating."
Emil didn't know how to reply to that, so he simply shrugged. "How long have you been waiting here?"
"A while. She's meant to be out soon."
"We should go sit down." Emil gestured to the seating area behind him. The sketchbook was now abandoned on the table, the person holding it typing away on their phone a mile a minute. Almost everyone else who was sat there had now left, evidenced by abandoned paper coffee cups and random bits of coloured plastic. Lalli scrunched his nose up at the litter, but followed Emil over. The Swede was careful to place himself between Lalli and the other person.
Lalli pulled his phone out as he tucked his knees under his chin, unlocking it with his thumb before opening up an app and fiddling around with it. Emil leaned over his shoulder and watched.
"I've found the perfect couple for you." The other person excitedly said. They both jumped and glanced over to see that they were on the phone, excitedly chattering away to their phone. "I did some sketches – yes I'll send them to you – do you want me to get their deets now?"
Emil and Lalli shared a look. Lalli slowly put his phone back into his pocket and looked as though he were about to bolt. Emil grabbed onto his sleeve.
"Traitor!" Lalli hissed into his ear.
The other person looked away from their phone to where the pair had been standing just moments ago and faltered. "Aw, dang!" They slapped their knee in frustration, before their eyes fell onto Emil and Lalli.
"Oh! Hi!" They chirped, extending their hand towards them. "Sorry, this is totally awkward isn't it? I'm a fine arts student, and we have to do a photography project. You two fit the bill perfectly."
Emil firmly shook their hand, an easy-going smile gracing his face. "I'm Emil," He introduced himself before gesturing to Lalli, who was now hiding behind Emil as best he could while glaring over his shoulder, "and this is Lalli. I'm sorry he's glaring, he's not too fond of strangers."
"Understandable, it's a pleasure to meet you both." They laughed. "Oh, I haven't even told you my name! I'm Dylan."
"Likewise. So, you want us," Emil gestured between the two of them, "to help you with your project?"
"Yes, please." Dylan perked up. "My partner Sophie is the photographer of us, so she'll be the one taking your photos, but I'll be there too!"
"I'm up for that." Emil said, smoothing his hair. He hoped it didn't look too windswept. He glanced down at Lalli who was staring back with accusing eyes that screamed 'how dare you!'
"And Lalli?" Dylan asked, leaning over slightly to get a better look at Lalli. Lalli remained silent.
"Still thinking about it." Emil said after a beat of silence. "Do you have a contact number?"
Dylan rummaged in their bag and took out two slips of cardboard, handing them both to Emil. "Both of our numbers and an email to contact us with!" Dylan happily chirped. "I've gotta dash to my seminar, give us a ring! See you around, Emil, Lalli." Dylan picked up their sketchpad and bag in one fluid movement before running down the hall, dialling a number on their phone and excitedly squealing down the line.
"You know them?" Tuuri asked, leaning against the arm of the sofa Lalli was currently squashed up against Emil on.
"I have no idea who they are." Lalli grumbled.
"They want us to model for them." Emil looked up at Tuuri with a look of wonder, and she swore she could see him sparkling.
"Any idea why?"
"They said we look the part." Emil proudly replied, fluffing his hair. He preened proudly while Lalli just snorted at him, hopping up to his feet.
"I don't wanna do it."
Emil made a crestfallen sound.
"It'll be good for you." Tuuri tried to bargan with him.
"Don't care."
"Well…" Tuuri uncertainly looked at Emil, the sparkles gone and his hair looking a little flatter, "I wont make you. Are you guys ready to go home?"
The three walked home together, Lalli with his headphones on while Tuuri and Emil chatted together. Emil found himself looking wistfully at the fairground, and glanced behind him to see Lalli doing the same. Tuuri was busy fiddling with her umbrella instead and completely missed it, swearing to herself in Finnish as she tried to get the mechanism unjammed.
The plan solidified in Emil's mind. He was going, and he'd drag Lalli if he had to. Screw it, he'd carry him.
Once they were home, Tuuri immediately dumped her things in her room and changed into her pyjamas. Lalli put his things back into his room, and gave Emil a questioning look when they grabbed onto his sleeve.
"Don't get changed, we're going."
"Going where?"
"The fair. I know you want to go."
Lalli wistfully looked out the window where the colourful lights could faintly be seen on the horizon.
"I do..." Lalli quietly said.
"Then give me a moment to put this in my room, then we can go." Emil said as he released Lalli. Lalli nodded as Emil grinned at him before darting upstairs.
A few moments later he came back down. "You ready?"
The Finn nodded.
They slipped their shoes on in unison, promised Sigrun and Tuuri that they'd win something for them, and headed out. They passed Mikkel on the way who made them promise to be back in time for dinner.
Entry to the fairground was free to students, thankfully, but the rides were extortionately expensive. £2 for thirty seconds? No, thank you!
Lalli didn't seem to care though, completely uninterested in the rides. He gripped onto Emil's sleeve as the two walked around, the cotton candy the Swede had bought in Lalli's free hand. His eyes were bright as he looked around, occasionally having a nibble of the sweet treat.
"We could go on the Ferris Wheel," Emil said, pointing up at the bright object, "The line's not too long, and we'd be able to see our house from the top."
"Sounds fun." Lalli replied, letting Emil guide him over to the queue.
Lalli handed Emil the money for his ticket, and when they reached the front of the queue Emil paid for their tickets and hopped into the carriage. Lalli climbed in after him, slightly uncertain.
The ride attendants stared at them, leaning over and whispering to each other. He thought he saw their mouths work over the word 'date', and he quickly buried his face into his scarf to hide how his cheeks began burning.
This wasn't a date. This couldn't be a date.
Lalli looked over at Emil, surrounded by bright colourful lights with a huge grin on his face. He didn't know what was brighter, the smile illuminating Emil's face or the fairy lights that rimmed the carriage.
It could be a date.
"I think..." He began, burying his face into his scarf, "I can do the photo thing. If I'm with you."
"Really?!" Emil excitedly replied, almost jumping on the spot. Lalli nodded. The carriage rocked a little.
"Only if I'm with you." He quickly insisted.
"I-I'll let them know." Emil cheesily grinned up at him. "Thank you, Lalli."
Emil took out his phone to let Dylan know and glanced at the time.
"Oh, shit, we'd better get home after this. It's pretty late."
Mikkel was going to be cooking them for dinner if they weren't home soon. As soon as the ride ended, the two sped off and away, cramming as much candyfloss into their mouths as they could as they speed walked home. And if Lalli held onto Emils hand as they walked? No one mentioned it.
The next day found Emil sitting in the uni café, a half-drunk mocha next to him as he poured over his notes and flicked through his textbooks. Exams were still a good few months away, but it never hurt to be prepared.
His earphones were tightly in his ears, music softly playing to block out the general sounds of the café.
The door opened, and a familiar brunette waltzed in.
"Oh, hi Emil!" Oona skipped over to him, almost spilling her tea. "Thanks for letting me come over a couple days ago. It was really helpful, I hope we can do it again some time."
Emil looked up from his notebook, taking out an earphone and politely smiling at her.
"It was, wasn't it? I'm sorry we had to cut it off before we started to get into it." He replied as he paused his music. "I was just going over some of the lecture notes."
Oona slipped into the seat opposite him. "Can I take a look?"
Emil slid over the pages he'd already scoured over as he returned back to reading his notes, finding pages in the text book that linked to what he'd written.
The university cafe had a low hum of chatter rippling through it, with students coming and going to get their caffeine and carb fix. Oona took out a small pot of pasta as she scrawled down page numbers on her own notes.
Oona had busied herself with making notes from the textbook when Lalli wondered into the cafe, an iced coffee from the corner shop clasped in his hand. When he spotted Emil, he made a beeline for him before leaning on the back of his chair, burying his face into the fur of Emil's hood.
"Hi Lalli," Emil ruffled the top of Lalli's head, earning him a sound of displeasure, "did you want to sit down?"
Lalli nodded his head before slowly sliding into the seat next to Emil, leaning heavily against him as his eyes squeezed shut. God, he was so tired.
"Pull another all nighter?"
Lalli could only nod. He was too tired for words.
"I'll make you coffee when we get home."
"Latte." Lalli simply replied, mouth barely moving.
A few moments later, Oona ripped a page from her notebook and handed it to Emil.
"I got hold of that obscure paper the lecturer was on about, I made you a copy of my notes." Oona dashed a line under a reference. "This is the reference for it."
"Thanks, that's very helpful." Emil flicked through the pages, silently admiring her neat handwriting. "These will be good for the report."
"Glad to be of help, it's the least I could do." Oona smiled into her tea before quickly glancing at Lalli. He was still leaning against Emil, arms lightly crossed over his chest as his eyelids fluttered shut every few moments, the man jerking himself awake every few moments. He looked exhausted.
She frowned slightly before quickly smoothing it over and taking a sip of her now lukewarm tea. She struggled to not pull a face. Gross.
Her phone chimed, and she fished it out of her bag to see what it was trying to tell her.
"Oh, shit!" She cursed, quickly grabbing her notebook and hastily stuffing it into her bag. "I'm sorry, something's come up at the flat, I gotta dash." She stood up, knocking her knees onto the table. With little more than a grimace she quickly sped away, her phone now pressed into her ear.
Emil tidied up the table a little bit before silently getting back to work. Lalli let his bones turn to jelly as he rag-dolled against him.
"She left her tea."
Emil just hummed, slowly turning the page of his textbook.
Lalli frowned.
With a sound of displeasure, Lalli peeled himself off Emil's shoulder, grabbed his drink, and strode away. Tuuri would liken it to a toddlers tantrum - he knew she would, he could practically hear her saying that - but unless Emil mentioned it to her she wouldn't know and so he wouldn't be getting a lecture about it.
Tuuri looked up from the coffee table when she heard someone come in the front door. Lalli looked positively thunderous and didn't even offer her a hello as he beelined for his room. Deciding it was best to let him have his tantrum, Tuuri remained at the coffee table and counted down the minutes.
One.
She turned the page of her book.
Two.
Notes were scrawled onto a page, her pen gliding smoothly on the paper.
Three.
A quote was copied down.
Four.
Tuuri glanced at Lalli's door before looking over at the kitchen. She wondered if they had any cookies left.
Five.
Tuuri pushed herself to her feet, abandoning her studying in favour of her cousin. She found a selection of biscuits, including the packet of Maryland cookies that she'd managed to hide away from Lalli's thieving fingers, and quietly opened Lalli's bedroom door.
A pair of bright blue eyes stared at her from under the bed.
Tuuri walked over and sat on the mattress, the selection of cookies set out next to her. She glanced around the room and noticed Emil's hoodie crumpled on the floor on the other side of the room, and his blanket flung hap-hazardly over the desk chair.
Curious.
She plucked a biscuit from her selection and dangled it down by Lalli's face.
"Are"
Nimble hands plucked it from her grasp.
"You"
She offered another one, a custard cream this time. It was ignored, so she swapped it out for a cookie.
"Okay?"
The cookie was swiped from her hands before she'd even properly offered it to him. She could hear him crunching away on it, silently mulling over his answer.
"No."
"Want to talk about it?"
"… Okay." Lalli crawled out from under the bed and sat down next to Tuuri. "Why does Oona always have to be around Emil?"
"She still unsettles you?"
"She's like a negative space." Lalli replied, tucking his knees under his chin and hugging his legs to himself. "It's draining to be around her."
"What's this got to do with your strop with Emil?" Tuuri pointed to the clothes strewn around the room. Lalli felt his ears burn.
"He doesn't notice!" Lalli picked at the seam of his jeans, "I don't understand, it's so obvious."
"Maybe to you it is," Tuuri gently pinched his ears, "But to people like Emil? Not so obvious. He's a Swede, they're pretty dense."
Lalli gnawed on his index finger. "I don't like it."
"Is there anything you could do to ward her away?" Tuuri asked.
Lalli frowned. "I'm not sure. Onni hasn't taught me about keeping people away."
"It may be worth asking him." Tuuri fussed his hair before smoothing it back down again. "You look tired. Want to borrow my hot water bottle?"
Lalli nodded, and while Tuuri set about boiling the kettle, Lalli pulled Emil's hoodie back on and wrapped the blanket around himself as he crawled under his bed. Tuuri came in a few moments later and simply slid the hot water bottle over to him before wriggling under, kissing his forehead, and drawing his curtains for him.
"I'll make sure there's food for you when you wake up." Tuuri promised as she quietly shut the door.
When Sigrun got back from the gym and was about to loudly slam her bag onto the kitchen table, Tuuri quickly rushed over and shushed her, pointing at her cousins bedroom door. "He's finally asleep." She quietly said. Sigrun raised an eyebrow at this but nodded all the same, quietly putting her bag onto the floor instead as she went to get a glass of water.
"Have you seen Mikkel around?" Sigrun asked between gulps. Tuuri shook her head.
"I think he's still in a lecture, he took a first aid course too. Did you need to talk to him about something?"
"The landlady said something about an inspection, wanted to double check it with him."
"An inspection?!" Tuuri squeaked. Oh no, oh no!
"Nothing major," Sigrun waved her off, "Just a little nose around."
"Oh, gods," Tuuri raked her fingers through her hair, "do you know when?"
"This weekend or something." Sigrun put her glass in the sink.
"It is the weekend!" Tuuri melted to the floor. "We'd better tidy up."
"It'll be fine." Sigrun clapped her on the shoulder. "Come on, up you get, the floor isn't a good look for you."
Tuuri begrudgingly allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. "Promise me you'll help me make the place tidy."
"Captains honour." Sigrun replied.
A few hours later, Mikkel returned and confirmed Tuuris fears. The Landlady was coming for an inspection. He looked as though he were about to continue and add something of some importance when Sigrun had interrupted him and started directing people to jobs they could do. At the commotion Lalli had stuck his head out of his room, the hood of Emil's hoodie pulled tight to his face so only his nose could be seen. Sigrun promptly gave him guard duty.
When Emil finally dragged himself home, hands trembling from both cold and caffeine, Sigrun shoved a washing up bowl filled with a pair of rubber gloves, a sponge, a jaycloth and a few bottles of bathroom cleaner towards him and pointed him at the bathroom.
You. Emil. Clean. Now.
Emil resigned himself to his fate as he took off his coat and shoes, pulling on the rubber gloves and steeling himself for what was to come.
"She's not even going to be here until tomorrow!" Emil whined as he struggled to get the small gloves over his calloused hands, "Why are we cleaning now?"
"It'll be easier to quickly wipe everything down in the morning than to get up super early to clean it all." Sigrun replied. "So Emil, no dying your hair or whatever."
"This is natural." Emil scoffed.
"You get my point. Don't make a mess."
Sigrun often left zero room for argument, so Emil began to clean the downstairs bathroom. He could faintly hear a hoover upstairs – probably Mikkel. He'd seen Tuuri slaving away with a duster and Sigrun was tackling the frying pan with a scourer that had probably seen better days.
Lalli, however, was nowhere to be seen. He felt kind of guilty when Lalli stormed of, and no matter what he did he couldn't work out what he'd done wrong. Perhaps he had accidentally snubbed him when he pointed something out (Emil honestly couldn't remember what he'd said, much to his own annoyance) but that had never been enough for Lalli to storm away before.
There had to be something.
By the time Emil had finished scrubbing both bathrooms until they sparkled, his hands were raw and his eyes were streaming from the sting of chemical.
With a sigh, he collapsed onto the sofa in the living room, his hands now free from the rubber gloves that had clung to them too tightly and had rubbed terribly. His knees were sore. He gingerly rubbed them, silently cursing to himself as they complained.
Cold fingers worked their way into his hair behind his ears before ruffling it and straightening it out. Emil stopped and looked behind him to see someone in his hoodie, a paper white nose poking out from the scrunched up face hole.
"Hi Lalli." Emil greeted him. No one else had a face that pale.
The face hole was wiggled open, Lalli looking down at Emil with bright eyes. He looked down at Emil's hands and at how sore they looked, skin broken and peeling in places. Nose crinkling, he slid down next to Emil and took his hands into his own, gently touching around the edges. Emil winced and audibly hissed, but didn't protest too much.
"Gently, please."
Lalli dropped the hands into Emil's lap and returned a moment later with Mikkel, whom he pushed into the sofa next to Emil and pointed at the Swedes hands.
Mikkel and Emil shared a look. Emil simply shrugged and presented his hands to the Dane.
"They look sore. Did you get any chemical on them?"
"No! Of course not, who do you think I am?" Emil scoffed.
"An idiot." Mikkel thought, but he knew better than to voice that aloud. He had to be nice. So he settled on a diplomatic "Use sudocrem and keep them clean, they'll be fine unless they get infected. Then your hands will fall off."
Emil looked horrified as the Dane left, walking back into the kitchen to continue preparing dinner.
"Was he being serious?!" He harshly whispered to Lalli, eyes wide. Lalli shrugged. Like he'd know.
When Mikkel summoned them all in to the kitchen to collect their plates, they tried to remember which Harry Potter they'd reached.
"I think it's Deathly Hallows part one." Tuuri said through a mouthful of rice.
"I could have sworn it was Order of the Phoenix!" Emil insisted, covering his face to stop any stray rice from hitting him.
Mikkel opened the DVD tray and the Order of the Phoenix stared back at him. Sigrun looked over his shoulder and barked out a laugh.
"Ha, you're both wrong! It's Half Blood Prince next!"
As the credits began to roll Mikkel stretched, his joints giving a loud pop! The others pretended to ignore it, bar Sigrun who had loudly snorted with laughter. When she stood up a moment later, her knee clicked. It was Mikkels turn to laugh at her.
While Mikkel cleaned up their dishes and tidied up the kitchen, Sigrun made a final sweep of the house to ensure it was tidy, nodded to herself, and went upstairs to do god knows what.
Tuuri yawned and stretched, arms thrown above her head and her back arching before she suddenly crumpled inwards, blinking owlishly. "I think I should go to bed, you guys gunna stay down?"
"I've had way too much coffee today to sleep any time soon." Emil admitted, not proud of the fact.
"I've just slept." Lalli replied.
"Don't be too loud." Tuuri said, patting Lalli on the shoulder before retreating into her room. Emil began surfing through the channels available when Sigrun bounced back downstairs again, a movie clasped firmly in her hands.
"We're watching this." She said, putting the DVD into the tray and pressing play. Emil made a sound of protest, mirrored by Lalli who'd been dislodged from his position on Emil's shoulder when the other had lurched forward.
Oh, don't be a wimp." Sigrun scoffed, "It's not that bad!"
Mikkel slowly sat down into an armchair with a steaming mug in his hands. "Are you traumatising them, Sigrun?" He asked.
"It's just a little character building, is all." She replied as she grinned wildly. Emil and Lalli shared a look as they got comfortable on the sofa, pulling the blanket closer to them.
The title screen came up. 28 days later.
"Oh, no," Emil whimpered, "Really? Are we really watching this?"
"Yup!" Sigrun cackled. "Where's Hot stuff? She can't miss out on this team bonding session."
"She's sleeping. Let her." Mikkel replied, taking a long sip of his drink. Sigrun seemed to accept that easy enough as she pressed play and leaned back in her chair, adjusting her hoodie.
"Can I get my pyjamas on?" Emil quietly asked.
"Too late now, pretty boy."
Emil sunk back into the sofa cushions. Oh, this was not going to end well. Lalli's hand sought out his own, and he could feel them fiddling with his fingers. The Finn rested his head on Emil's shoulder, staring blankly at the screen.
If anyone noticed how tightly Lalli clung onto Emil's jumper with his other hand, no one commented on it.
As the movie progressed, Lalli moved closer and closer to full on clinging to Emil, holding onto the other like a lifeline. Emil didn't fare much better, with one hand being squeezed to death by Lalli, the other free hand was holding onto Lalli's arm as if to ground himself. Whenever Lalli jumped he would hide his face in Emil's shoulder until Emil told him it was okay to look again.
As the credits rolled, however, Lalli was almost in Emil's lap, his face tucked against his neck as both of his hands almost bruised Emil with how hard he gripped him.
Sigrun found it quaint in an amusing way, but a firm hand on the shoulder courtesy of Mikkel stopped her from saying anything or from taking a photo for 'memories' (Read: Blackmail).
Emil was quick to run upstairs before Sigrun could rope him into any more horror movies, the two older adults watching him with bemused expressions. Lalli slowly slunk into his room after that.
Under his bed didn't look quite so inviting at the moment.
Sigrun and Mikkel stayed downstairs, quietly chatting as they put on a documentary. When Lalli peeked out, he saw that it was about Gengis Khan. Part of him wanted to creep next to them and watch it too, but another part of him just wanted to sleep. He went back into his room, grabbed his phone, and changed into his pyjamas. After a moments consideration he put Emil's hoodie back on.
Quietly as he could, he slipped out of his room and crept up the stairs. Emil was bundled up in his duvet, sitting up with his phone screen illuminating his face. Lalli crawled up onto the bed next to him.
Emil jumped at least a foot and shrieked, falling to the floor in shock. Lalli peered over the side of the bed at him, the Swede breathing heavily.
"L-Lalli! You can't do that!"
Lalli huffed and allowed a ghost of a smile before he shuffled backwards and let Emil back onto the bed.
"You can't sleep either?"
Lalli shook his head. "I don't like horror movies."
"I hate zombies." Emil grumbled as he gave some of the duvet to Lalli. "They freak me out."
Lalli clambered over Emil and lay with his back firmly plastered against the wall. Emil began to protest when Lalli was on top of him, his face burning in a way that made him glad that the light wasn't on, but all protest quickly died in his throat when the Finn wriggled himself onto the mattress.
Having someone else next to him wasn't so bad, Emil supposed. Made it just a little less scary.
Lalli's breathing evened out as he relaxed, his hands unclenching from their death grip on the sleeves of Emil's hoodie as he fell asleep. Emil found himself quietly watching him, wishing that he found it that easy to fall asleep, when his phone vibrated.
Dylan: Excellent! I'll see you two tomorrow afternoon then!
Oh, shoot! The photoshoot! He hadn't even asked Lalli if he was free then…
Emil glanced down at the Finn, their eyes squeezed shut as their hands fumbled to find something to grab. They eventually found Emil's t-shirt, and they squished their face against his arm.
Emil: See you then (:
He could always ask tomorrow.
Windswept by Crywolf is like, my go-to song for Lalli/Emil.
I also realise that, due to some dialect differences, some people will probably be confused by some stuff I mention here. Sorry guys, I'm British scum.
Let me know what you thought!
~Llama