[ see? everything works out. elysium subtly watches thorns' face for any aftereffects of the night prior. ]
Morning, sleepy. [ he kisses thorns back. there's a better way to get thorns off of him and to make sure his mind doesn't immediately wander elsewhere, he thinks. and that is—
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Morning, sleepy. [ he kisses thorns back. there's a better way to get thorns off of him and to make sure his mind doesn't immediately wander elsewhere, he thinks. and that is—
pinching his nose. ] Your breath stinks.
[ thank you for your heart eyes, thorns. ]