█ 5th (hospital)

❰ though lalli didn't outwardly seem to comprehend much of anything the nurses said, he nonetheless makes a beeline for the outpatient desk as soon as he's left unattended, if only because it seemed to be where everyone was trading in these terrible chilly white dresses for things they seemed more comfortable in. it occurs to him that he'd be trading for his actual clothes (and other belongings) once he sees a familiar orange-and-white cat peering urgently from inside a carrier behind the desk, but his attempt to step behind the desk to collect her and the adjacent pile of hazily familiar objects is met with scolding and a request that he return to the line with the rest of the people waiting for their things.

his head ducks down between his shoulders, and he sidles off to the side enough that they'll leave him be. his eyes shift to the line (it's long, so long), then to the cat now rubbing urgently on the bars of the carrier and yowling a plaintive yowl. and honestly, lalli's about to make a second attempt regardless of the scolding, but another patient chooses now to storm up to the front of the line with some sort of complaint and both receptionists flock to address the woman's concerns before she makes a scene.

and of course lalli seizes the opportunity, skittering past the harried receptionists on quick, light steps to snatch the bundle of belongings under one arm while the other hand opens the carrier to snag the cat with the other. (it gets halfway through another very attention-grabbing yowl before he interrupts with a scolding fssst and skitters that much faster.)

he doesn't make it far, ducking just around the corner - still visible from the more vacant end of the of the waiting room seating, even if not from the desk - before setting down everything in his arms and hastily changing into his clothes right on the spot. his hood is quickly pulled up over his head, arms crossing under his chest as he surveys the rest of his belongings with the vague but obvious unease of someone who doesn't 100% recall ever having owned them. ❱

Mrr, ❰ he exhales, palms lifting to press on the sides of his head in irritation. ❱

█ 8th (orientation)

❰ whether he came alone or (the much more likely option) as emil's prevailing shadow, lalli had enough of torrent of words fairly early in the lecture and skulked off toward what those sitting near him might assume was the bathroom.

if they did, they'd be incorrect.

during the last stages of the lecture and the mingling to follow, the observant will notice the occasional hand slipping out from under the edge of the tablecloth, reaching up and over the edge of the table to seize upon some kind of food item (any kind, the hand doesn't seem to discriminate) and disappear back under the table with it. when and if those reaching fingers find nothing in range, there's an audible huff of irritation before the hand withdraws, reappearing a few seconds later on the opposite side of the table with the same general tactic. ❱