awashlogs | as the youths say, a catchall

[So, it's Morning, and Emil is waking up at Lalli's weird boat house becaaause who really wants to go clear out puppets from somewhere else? Who really, truly wants to do work when they can sleep in?? It's probably been at least an extra day because if they haven't figured out how to open a laptop and read quests at this point, Lalli will die a frog, so.

Emil is still here, and that's normal, because less privacy only offends him when it's other people. This is fine. He'll just go about his morning business, which is mostly fixing his hair, and he only notices Lalli is not slinking around in his periphery doing Lalli things after a good, say, fifteen minutes.

Hmm!! Where's that boy... Emil ducks down to check under the bed before checking the rest of the house, because there's no way Lalli woke up before him and went somewhere. Laughable. And yet, there's no Lalli under here...]

Um, what?

[where IS this boy!!]

[Lalli is exactly where he should be: under his bed, hiding beneath a warm blanket as he snoozes the morning away. It's been a difficult few days? He deserves to enjoy his nice, deep sleep for once, but... well. Waking to the sounds of Emil bumbling about is the price he pays for allowing Emil to stay in his space; he's well aware of this, and yet he's still incredibly grumpy as he slowly cracks open one eye and streeeetches—

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Both froggy eyes fly open, because these aren't his normal arms? This isn't his normal anything?? Lalli's been through some shit, yes, but nothing can quite match waking up to find that he's been turned into some... weird little frog. How is he even supposed to deal with this???

Answer: NOT WELL. Enjoy this quiet, anxious ribbit, Emil, before Lallifrog begins hopping around underneath his stupid blanket, trying—and failing—to find a way out of this trap. It's like a very tiny, yet very excited ghost is trapped under there? Please... free him...]

[Where is Lalli?? Emil wonders yet again, very nearly straightening back up and going to look somewhere else before he hears... frog sounds? There's a frog in Lalli's bed space??

Well, that doesn't make sense-- maybe they should start, uh, taping the windows shut at night. How would a frog even get in here?]

Hello? [He ducks down a little more, lifting the corner of Lalli's blanket to see this weird interloper. Hi??? Frogs are gross, but it's kind of cute... hmm.] How did you get in here?

[Come out here, tiny thing.]

[It's those cheekbones, isn't it? Look at how sharp they are... blessed by the froggy gods.

Anyway, Lalli wanted out—until, of course, the blanket was peeled away. Emil is Emil, and that's fine—a relief, even—but he's so much larger than he has any right to be? And the same goes for everything around him. Lalli blinks left? Lalli blinks right? Lalli blinks back up at Emil and decides to hunker down right where he is, because maybe he's better off... right where he is until he can think of a plan? Or until Emil recognizes him. Surely Emil recognizes him. Emil is his friend.]

[If his froggy cheekbones were that good, Emil wouldn't take so long to figure it out. He sees... a frog... and the first thing he honestly thinks after "hmm what" is that it's lucky Lalli is mysteriously already out of bed because he'd probably be bothered by a frog crawling into his space.

So with that in mind, for Lalli-who-isn't-a-frog's benefit, Emil figures he should... take this little guy out, holding his hand out for this clearly anxious frog to come. Let's go.]

[...Well, Emil isn't saying anything, but maybe that's a good thing? Lalli eyes that hand, weighing his very limited options, before oh-so slowly... hopping over to it. But not on it! Not yet. Frog or no frog, there's a difference between letting Emil pat him on the shoulder and letting Emil possibly pick him up. It's... weird! Uncomfortable! Worrying!

And even though he doesn't want to seriously consider this, what if—what IF—Emil really doesn't know that he's... him? Like, Lalli knows that he's somehow as far away from his normal self as he can possibly be; he gets that, strange as it is, and yet the thought of his one friend failing to recognize him just. Stings his tiny, froggy heart.

...So what he clearly needs to do is sit beside Emil's hand and stare right up at him. Look at these wide eyes! What other creature watches you with wide eyes, Emil...]

[Emil waits and waits, and the frog just... stares at him. Alright.]

...Oookay.

[Well, he's not going to grab a slimy frog for fun, so maybe he'll just leave it there and hope it hops away by itself? He actually just sits down on the floor at this point, to be sure, and he's sitting there cross-legged and leaning on his elbows for a few actual minutes, staring right back at this frog, before he Realizes. There could be a montage of "clues" flashing here in front of him, as he figures it out - no Lalli, the weird quest things on the computer, a frog under the bed, big staring eyes...

Emil nearly smacks his face into the bed frame in his hurry to scramble back down to eye level with this weirdo frog. Can he tell from the intensity of the stare... will this frog tell all the other frogs and make fun of him if he's wrong...??]

Lalli...?

[A normal, well-adjusted person would probably understand why it's taking Emil so long to connect these particular dots? A normal, well-adjusted person might even realize that simply staring up at him isn't exactly helping things along, but as Lalli is neither normal nor well-adjusted... well. By the time Emil comes crashing down to take a second look, Lalli's (limited) patience has officially disappeared; he is frustrated, thank you, and he narrows his eyes before answering Emil's dumb question with a decidedly cranky croak. Of course it's him! Who else would be under here, you stupid, stupid Swede...]

[Don't be rude, boy, you are a frog. Emil doesn't know what he expected - like, maybe Lalli-as-frog should be able to talk to him in normal human words? So now he's both confused and disappointed and, alright, pretty freaked out. Why is Lalli a frog?? Why is this happening to them???

But okay... uhhhh... he holds his hand out again? Get over here, angry frog.]

Well, will you come here already? Don't just hide under there all day!

[Lalli doesn't want to be picked up? Lalli wants to sit right here and continue giving Emil the most annoyed Look he possibly can, because Emil deserves it... and because leaving the safety of this makeshift cave is troubling. Everything is so big, and let's face it: Emil can be so clumsy...

...But staying under here also means staying as a frog, so. He takes a veeeeery tiny hop forward, hesitates, and finally leaps into Emil's hand before he can change his mind. Everything about this is... uggh. Just don't drop him!!!]

[Things Emil did not consider until it was too late: frogs are kind of gross? He's never held a frog before and apparently for good reason, because frogs are weird and vaguely slimy. No offense, Lalli.

Anyway, a reasonable person who can process more than one thing at a time and in doing so, remember the quest on the computer he was just thinking about would just get this over with, but Emil is not that person. Emil needs to make a series of faces and hold Lalli up to eye level to squint at him... hmm... How can he be totally sure this slimy weird thing is Lalli besides the glaring...]

This is gross. [he didn't drop him, be thankful.]

[Was Lalli even paying attention while Emil was checking out all of those quests... nah. That bright screen is weird! And Emil was totally scrolling up and down the page fast enough to make Lalli nauseous, so he surely zoned the heck out.

Speaking of being nauseous, though—hey, sitting in someone's hand is possibly the worst mode of transport yet. Emil doesn't lift him into the air at mach speed, but everything still seems to be moving? So quickly?? And he's so very high! Calling him gross is incredibly insensitive, Emil, and yet Lalli can't even muster up the energy to snap back with an angry ribbit; he just kind of, you know, closes his eyes, flattens his clammy self against Emil's palm, and lets out the tiniest hiccup of all time, because oooh, his stomach...]

[Hmm, gross indeed... Emil doesn't know what to do with this, because he is an idiot, so he sits on the bed and just looks at Lalli some more. Hmm, you know, he's never seen a frog look nauseous before, but--]

If you throw up on me I'm going to freak out.

[Love him, froggi. It's too bad that the trusty strategy of fixing Lalli's hair isn't an option here... Once he's sure Lalli isn't going to vom all over his hand, he kind of... pokes? Like, a frog pet? How do you help a frog??]

[Lalli promptly throws up out of sheer spite. Or: Lalli cracks open one eye to indignantly stare up at Emil, because listen, buddy. Listen. Nothing about this is fun? He, too, would hate for something small and slimy to puke all over his hand, but consider this: at least you're not a fucking frog, Emil! God!

Anyway, thanks for the... tap, even though he's so small that it's the equivalent of being punched right in the shoulder. Hmph. He flattens out even further, becoming a froggy pancake as he desperately tries to avoid being touched. Let him BE, or so help him, all of this unnecessary stress is going to make him even slimier...]

[Uggghh, don't get slimy! He's trying to help! Sort of... he's not sure how to do this, but he's trying.]

Okay, okay, hold on.

[He scoots back to lean against the wall and puts gross frog boy down on his knee. He's not going to move that, and he doesn't have to touch slime this way... endure it.]

Just stay there while I think about this, okay? Don't run off!

[Fine! He will resist the urge to hop back underneath his bed and just, you know, sit here on Emil's knee, all humped up like a frog on a log as he does some thinking of his own. How to get back to normal... hmm...

...Yeah, he's got nothing. If only Onni were here! Surely a more experienced mage would have some useful insight to share, but the only lifeline Lalli has in this place is... Emil. Ah. Give him a few minutes to, like, come to terms with his froggy fate before he finally lets out a single, questioning croak. Well? Made any progress, Emil? He's just going to keep worriedly watching you until you say something...]

[Chill, frog boy, he needs time. He's not the mage here, so clearly he should get more lenience in time it takes him to even think of picking up a laptop again. Surely, the magic computer can tell him what to do... and it can, but that doesn't mean he wants to. First of all, there's slime...

So Lalli can watch in froggy suspense as Emil drags over a laptop, frowns at it a bunch, and then frowns at him, too, for good measure. Hmm, he doesn't want to put his mouth on a frog.]

Don't you have any, I don't know, spells or something? For this?

[Those huge eyes narrow into tiny slits, because of course not, Emil! Of course not! And there are many reasons why, but even if he could speak, it's not like he'd waste any time trying to explain Finnish magic...

...Whatever! He still doesn't understand how a computer works, but hoping that it holds the answers he seeks is clearly better than hoping that Emil will figure everything out on his own; it's why he leaps right over to the still-closed thing and, you know, smacks it purposefully with one webbed foot before hopping down to sit by its side. Stop saying the dumbest shit and just open it! Right now!]

[Oh my godddd, Lalli, why are you this way? Emil does not toss him across the room, but Lalli deserves that at this point for his bad frog behavior!!]

Stop that.

[Open it yourself!! No-- fine, he's opening it, and gesturing for Lalli to slime all over the keyboard himself. Hmph!]

[Wha—no? That's not how this is supposed to work at all? He bounces up to perch on the very edge of laptop, blinking up at that uncomfortably bright screen and then down at all of those weird little buttons. Which one is he even supposed to hit first... Emil was the one who pulled everything up last time...

...And now Emil is being a huge baby for no apparent reason. Well! Lalli doesn't exactly have the luxury of storming away right now; he wants—NEEDS—to be back to his normal self, which is why he sucks in the deepest breath that he possibly can and turns to glare back up at Emil. Being loud isn't his brand, but desperate times call for desperate measures, soooo—

R I B B I T.]

[Lalli!!!!]

Oh, now you want my help! Then wait.

[Two whiny babies deal with change in the worst way possible: with pettiness. Emil nudges him- gently, at least, he's not a monster- away from the laptop while he pulls up the appropriate stuff again. But not nearly as neatly as that sounds, because this thing has only, like, two functions? But he needs time to remember how to find anything that he found quite accidentally the first time, hold on... hooold on...

Then, eventually, the stuff to read. Behold. Can frogs still read? Hmm.]

[There's not much for Lalli to do other than waddle over to a nearby spot and glower at the screen. Yelling... was exhausting. Probably because he's stressed to all hell, but he forces himself to actually pay attention as Emil clicks and clacks and eventually brings up the right thing. Can he still read? Um, obviously, but he needs a second to squint up at those three words and let them, like, actually sink in...

Aha.

So... if this is to be believed, it all comes down to a kiss? Simple enough, really, but he still noticeably deflates as he shifts back around to catch Emil's reaction. He doesn't want to be kissed, and yet... he doesn't want to live out the remainder of his days as a frog, either...]

See? That's what I thought.

[Or, you know, whatever. He's making some assumptions here about what Lalli is thinking based on his... frog body language... but anyway, he doesn't want to kiss slime! Surely there's a better solution to this!!]

Soooo, are you sure you don't have a spell for this?

[It's hard to shake your head when you don't have much of a neck, but he does his absolute best. No, you ignorant boy! His magic doesn't work like that! He is completely... useless at this point in time, and that is an unpleasant realization indeed. His very fate rests in Emil's hands...]

[Which is why he sinks down against the bed and curls into a little froggy ball, because oh, he's fucked.]

as the youths say, a catchall

emil burns lalli's ugly hoodie while he's mysteriously missing, if only

dang... don't be jealous of lalli's fresh new fit

hmmm not the word i would use

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why are you awake i say as i too am awake

because i'm an idiot and i drank coffee at, like, 8

i fell asleep early and now i'm here, we suffer

and then i messed up my html too many times and stormed off to bed

tragique

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