[Let the record show that Emil didn't even bother asking Lalli to help him move furniture, because Lalli is a twig who can't lift a wheelbarrow, among other reasons. He put in this work so now he gets to enjoy lying on this couch, and maybe Lalli can go find them some snacks that can actually leave the cafe, or something? That would be nice of him.
Which means, of course, that Lalli has returned with Nothing To Eat, and Emil squints up at him-- the lights are pretty bright-- before shutting his eyes with a hum of agreement, ready to take a well-deserved nap in His Space.
But oh, of course not, there's a pile of books being put on his literal body, which makes him sort of... jolt, which makes the topmost couple books slip, which makes him have to scramble to keep them on the stack while still maintaining the integrity of the rest of the stack and for god's sake Lalli!!!]
Wha— books? There are too many books?
[Here, in this old world... book place???]
Why did you bring them over here? We don't need these!
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Which means, of course, that Lalli has returned with Nothing To Eat, and Emil squints up at him-- the lights are pretty bright-- before shutting his eyes with a hum of agreement, ready to take a well-deserved nap in His Space.
But oh, of course not, there's a pile of books being put on his literal body, which makes him sort of... jolt, which makes the topmost couple books slip, which makes him have to scramble to keep them on the stack while still maintaining the integrity of the rest of the stack and for god's sake Lalli!!!]
Wha— books? There are too many books?
[Here, in this old world... book place???]
Why did you bring them over here? We don't need these!