[ he sighs... but won't press the topic much further, since this isn't really worth arguing about. it just would have been a nice moment, he thinks, between friends. ]
... It's my ship in the end.
[ as in, what he says goes. but that's all he'll say for that. ]
There's some islands coming from on our left soon. They're really small and uninhabited, but they have good fruit.
[ elysium has to remember his boundaries, or it would be far too easy to get carried away. he doesn't have anything to say to that, either, letting the topic drift off with the wind and sink back into the sea.
he takes half a step to the side, arms braced against the railing. it's only half a step, but it feels symbolic of so much more—of the weeks and literal lifetimes spent in a far-off world, if it could even be called that, more than he could ever hope to explain.
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Is that right? How do you know about it? Have you been reading?
[ well, thorns meant it more as even if his crew complained, he has the last say in the end. but the only thing that festers more than a wound is feelings, and that's what a misunderstanding is made from.
he nods. ]
There's old maps I can reference, although most aren't accurate to our standards. I sent probes out, so I know they're still there... although I don't know how they taste.
this is enough gay feelings for one night. he lingers for an extra few beats, eyes trained on the horizon, before he turns away from it and flicks thorns' ear. ]
I'll see you there.
[ he will waste away at their meeting spot waiting for him if he must ]
well, eventually, thorns will make his way there, later like he said; there are only so many people who are allowed to man the helm, which means the shifts on it tend to be much longer than the other jobs around the shift.
but he will try to peek to see if elysium is there or if he gave up on waiting. ]
[ sometimes, no matter how accustomed you are to adjusting your schedule on the fly, you can't just flip it upside its head and expect to be perfectly fine. he's still nursing a cup of coffee when thorns swings around, yawning into his hand.
but as for elysium himself, his eyes are closed, as though at peace and back to simply soaking in the atmosphere around him. he doesn't seem to acknowledge thorns' presence at all, assuming he's noticed it in the first place. in the lowlight of night it may be hard to make out—but that is a flour stain on his cheek… ]
thorns doesn't walk any closer at first, instead just looking at elysium. he's obviously awake, although thorns isn't sure of what level of awake and alertness that he's at. he waits a few extra seconds before walking the rest of the way over. ]
[ they really shouldn't be relying this much on a ghost in the first place!! what happens when elysium gets bored of this and leaves? they will need to learn how to do work again. ]
Isn't my opinion the one that matters here, on whether or not you're doing a good job?
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... It's my ship in the end.
[ as in, what he says goes. but that's all he'll say for that. ]
There's some islands coming from on our left soon. They're really small and uninhabited, but they have good fruit.
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he takes half a step to the side, arms braced against the railing. it's only half a step, but it feels symbolic of so much more—of the weeks and literal lifetimes spent in a far-off world, if it could even be called that, more than he could ever hope to explain.
… ]
Is that right? How do you know about it? Have you been reading?
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he nods. ]
There's old maps I can reference, although most aren't accurate to our standards. I sent probes out, so I know they're still there... although I don't know how they taste.
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[ elysium's super complicated maps no one wants to read… ]
Where do you keep them? I wanna take a look, too.
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[ and he isn't putting something that precious in storage... someone might accidentally take it not knowing what it's for. ]
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[ thinks this is very smooth of him. sometimes you are delusional. ]
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Go ahead. But I'll be later than usual.
[ so he shouldn't wait up for him if it takes too long. ]
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this is enough gay feelings for one night. he lingers for an extra few beats, eyes trained on the horizon, before he turns away from it and flicks thorns' ear. ]
I'll see you there.
[ he will waste away at their meeting spot waiting for him if he must ]
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well, eventually, thorns will make his way there, later like he said; there are only so many people who are allowed to man the helm, which means the shifts on it tend to be much longer than the other jobs around the shift.
but he will try to peek to see if elysium is there or if he gave up on waiting. ]
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but as for elysium himself, his eyes are closed, as though at peace and back to simply soaking in the atmosphere around him. he doesn't seem to acknowledge thorns' presence at all, assuming he's noticed it in the first place. in the lowlight of night it may be hard to make out—but that is a flour stain on his cheek… ]
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thorns doesn't walk any closer at first, instead just looking at elysium. he's obviously awake, although thorns isn't sure of what level of awake and alertness that he's at. he waits a few extra seconds before walking the rest of the way over. ]
Just go to bed...
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peels his eyes open and downs the rest of his coffee in one go. ]
I have work to finish. No can do.
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[ thorns has some concerns... working while sleep deprived can be more dangerous than being drunk. ]
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[ this is just another day, thorns… ]
What're you going to do about that?
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[ OKAY.
maybe the ghost will develop a devout following? ]
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however.
however!! ]
If another potato incident happens, you aren't going to freak out, are you?
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[ he doesn't consider his agonizing over funds a freak out, he considers it being him very practical and smart. ]
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[ he'll feel like he's bad at his job… and will need to defend his own honour… even if he's totally anonymous, that's still his work. ]
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Isn't my opinion the one that matters here, on whether or not you're doing a good job?
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okay.
thorns is not wrong. ]
Am I doing a good job, Thorns?
[ he is so annoying. ]
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hm... he considers everything elysium has done... ]
Sure.
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Is this how you usually give feedback?
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[ he
claps? does this make it better? ]
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[ he reaches over to grab thorns' wrist… stopping him from clapping any more than he has. this is just sad now even by his standards. ]
I know I did good. But you should throw your colleagues more of a bone…
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[ okay.
... ]
I just think you need to not stress yourself out.
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