[He is on top of things... in the sense that he realizes that finding the door over there probably isn't going to pan out. Why did it disappear? Where did it disappear to? Those are questions that a) Lalli doesn't know the answers to and b) force Lalli to think about some rather strange things, so—the table! The table full of junk. That's what he's focusing on instead of, like, a new type of magic, or the fact that they're here because their world is no more.
...It's going great, obviously, which is why he shoots Emil a Look when he oh so rudely states that Lalli isn't helping. Um! Go ahead and grab whatever floats your boat, Emil, but don't be rude.]
Pfh. I am helping. [In his own quiet way, but listen. He shifts his eyes down to the... chemistry(?) set.] That's not going to do anything.
[Is he going to stop Emil from grabbing it, though? Nope. He's just going to fully turn away, continuing to stare at these plain white walls as he tries to think of other options. It's making him sleepier, but he's so stubborn...]
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...It's going great, obviously, which is why he shoots Emil a Look when he oh so rudely states that Lalli isn't helping. Um! Go ahead and grab whatever floats your boat, Emil, but don't be rude.]
Pfh. I am helping. [In his own quiet way, but listen. He shifts his eyes down to the... chemistry(?) set.] That's not going to do anything.
[Is he going to stop Emil from grabbing it, though? Nope. He's just going to fully turn away, continuing to stare at these plain white walls as he tries to think of other options. It's making him sleepier, but he's so stubborn...]