✧ — passionfruit green tea.

[boba]

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[transmit]

[ YAY

he immediately loops his arm around thorns' shoulders, leaning a good portion of his weight on him as he pumps his other hand forward. ]

Onward! I'm not sure what'll be open aside from bars, but we can most certainly find out.

[oversea]

Mm. We'll probably have to check in on them later to make sure they didn't set the place on fire, but it doesn't have to be any time soon.

[ he will always have concerns... over drunk pirates... but hopefully they are all so h*rny there won't be property damage. ]

[transmit]

Yeah, sure. You didn't look like you'd eaten much back there, so let's get something in you so you don't feel like shit tomorrow morning.

[ h*rny can't always be the answer… but perhaps it can be the answer for today.

he has to take care of his baby… ]

[oversea]

What do you mean, me? You're the one who was downing them...

[ he says this but he is

already not walking straight. he didn't even have that much to drink. ]

[transmit]

I'm better at taking care of myself.

[ help

him leaning his weight on thorns is probably not helping so he balances himself back onto his feet and tries to lean thorns onto him. ]

Did you have any water?

[oversea]

You're saying this to me after you didn't drink the glass I gave you?

[ he will kill you... ]

[transmit]

Huh? You're the one who looked like you wanted ou—

[ … ]

I just wanted fresh air that badly, alright? We can both get it elsewhere, relax, relax.

[oversea]

[ ...

thorns starts walking, but he doesn't go fast enough to really dislodge elysium unless he completely doesn't follow. ]

Are you sure you weren't interested?

[transmit]

[ purgatory was a mistake because why is his thorny so bratty now

except he has no context whatsoever for this behaviour so it's just like??? ]

What is there to be interested in…?

[ look, he might be more savvy than thorns, but romance is also not at the forefront of his mind so he really has no idea what's bothering him so much.

… ]

Did you want to sit together?

[oversea]

[ why did thorns accept the drink. he should have just stayed the designated sober companion.

he needs to fix this... ]

Look over there.

[ he points. ]

[transmit]

[ let it be known that he does so much for thorns, including going along with whatever bullshit he comes up with to change the topic. he continues to ??? but he will follow the trajectory of thorns' finger. ]

Yeah?

[ what is he looking at… is it going to be another rat and trashcan ]

[oversea]

[ it's



a pigeon on top of a burger. ]

[transmit]

[ he'll just look at this like. okay. ]

Are you embarrassed?

[ and trying to distract him? because he was right? thorns? ]

[oversea]

[ thorns is already walking away... ]

[transmit]

[ HE LATCHES ONTO HIM BECAUSE HELLO? ]

Where're you trying to go?

[oversea]

There's a stall over there I want to check out...

[ that doesn't explain the escape tactic. ]

[transmit]

[ thorns feels like a senior citizen who will wander off if he takes his eyes off of him for a second. he feels his blood pressure rise but reminds himself to breathe. ]

At least say something before you walk off…

[ what are they looking at this time… ]

[oversea]

[ it's a stall selling various different kebabs...

thorns gestures. ]

Our food.

[transmit]

Our water.

[ fussily purchases bottles of water first and plops one into thorns' hands. then he will stare at this menu… waiting for it to speak to him… ]

Should we try a couple of everything?

[oversea]

[ he drinks like half the bottle in one gulp... ]

Yeah. We can share.

[transmit]

[ his exact thought1!!!! he brightens. that's how they end up with a dozen skewers, thorns carrying the drinks since elysium can only manage so much. he leads them away from the cart to give them a little more space, takes one skewer, blows on it, and happily bites off a piece of meat and vegetable before holding it toward thorns' mouth.

as this happens, he chews thoughtfully, swallows. ]

Not bad for an impulse decision. [ hmm ] I think they're better than what we had at the bar, even.

1/2

[oversea]

Well, everyone who orders food there is probably drunk, so they don't have to worry about how good it is.

[ people's expectations drop considerably when they are deeply wasted.

thorns opens his mouth to eat the offered food... nomnom... ]

[oversea]

[ EXPLODES AFTER HE REALIZES WHAT HE JUST DID ]

[transmit]

[ the way that's exactly what elysium intended so he just stares at thorns wondering what's wrong with him… ]

Not your taste? Try this one.

[ peers over


holds out a different stick ]

[oversea]

[ thorns takes a second to remind himself that this is strictly platonic.

...

okay. he will take another bite... ]