thorns has no choice but to eat this. he also then snatches the spoon back and repeats the same action. from an outside pov, they look like a lovey dovey couple. ]
[ how are they supposed to enjoy their perfectly good ice cream like this. it might be unclear what he might mean by this, but— ]
Have more.
[ the next scoop he retaliates with is comically large. like, the kind that you struggle to get down because your month isn't ready to handle that amount of frozen food at once. die. whoever thinks this is romance needs to get their eyes checked because this is a duel to the death. ]
[ quite literally the only thing that salvaged their opinion of elysium is the fact that their moms are friends. the first chance they saw at reuniting the boys and they ran for it. ]
[ first feeding. now a ferris wheel. he fixes thorns with an unrelenting stare before folding his arms. ]
You really are making fun of me. Okay.
[ once again muttered under his breath. ]
Give me a minute.
[ … he turns and wanders off. if thorns tries to follow, he'll pin him in place with a look and shake his head. he could've just said he was going to the washroom or something and the dramatics would be cut in half, but that also wouldn't be nearly as fun. he takes like five minutes. ]
[ thorns just sighs, accepting this as just another weird thing elysium does, and then heads for the ferris wheel. it's still early enough in the day that there isn't much of a line, so they only have to wait a few minutes before getting let on. ]
[ in elysium's mind, thorns is just making fun of him for his past (but really present) crush by doing these low-key and high-key date and couple activities. it has to either be that or he's testing him, right? and the moment he makes it awkward, it's over.
a part of him is like there is no way thorns is thinking about it that deeply nor is he some manipulative mastermind, but unfortunately, where thorns is involved, his iq and eq plummet to the floor.
hence, the alien headband… another date activity… he hasn't forgotten he technically has a girlfriend, even if it does seem like he has. this seemed like a safe thing to do. getting proper ears might've sent him into cardiac arrest, but it seems that thorns hadn't been flustered by it.
darn!!!!!! ]
Since highschool? [ sits across and looks out the window. he is still plotting thorns' downfall and demise. ] Man. You really haven't been out…
[ it's funny, since so much that they did, especially back in high school, were things that would be considered couple activities. that fact is likely what gave elysium the courage to ask thorns out to prom, since all signals were pointing in that direction. that, of course, did not end well.
and is becoming an issue here, because that kind of relationship is what thorns knows to be theirs. he can suggest a lot of seemingly romantic activities, and in his memory it's normal for them. if he notices other couples around it will slowly hit him that this may be weird, but the first problem is that it would require him to pay attention to other people. ]
[ what's even funnier is that everyone around them is probably convinced they broke up in the romantic sense. even if they were made fun of for being like a couple, to the point people thought they were, those just weren't the things that would bother them. they were too close for that. rather, were they the ones jealous for not having as close of a friend? ]
Makes sense. You never did care for loud and crowded places.
[ elysium watches as the people and stalls below shrink to miniatures beneath their ascent. back then, everything had felt so small, and he'd thought him and thorns would be together forever. they could still be together forever from now on, technically. though, he is thinking about how if he were in a relationship, some of the things they did wouldn't be ones he'd be comfortable with. the thought's somewhat sobering. ]
But as a change of pace now and then… they're not so bad, right?
[ he looks over towards the horizon, where it looks like the sky and sea melt into each other. it's always amazing how different the same view can be if you just change the viewpoint a bit. it's true for things other than just scenery. ]
You must be used to doing things like this though.
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why does thorns hate him… just to spite him, he eats the ice cream straight off the spoon before swiping it into his own hands. ]
It's good. [ he can't taste shit ] Your turn.
[ and before thorns can think about that that means, he scoops up another spoonful and promptly shoves it into his mouth. ]
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thorns has no choice but to eat this. he also then snatches the spoon back and repeats the same action. from an outside pov, they look like a lovey dovey couple. ]
Wow. It is good.
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[ how are they supposed to enjoy their perfectly good ice cream like this. it might be unclear what he might mean by this, but— ]
Have more.
[ the next scoop he retaliates with is comically large. like, the kind that you struggle to get down because your month isn't ready to handle that amount of frozen food at once. die. whoever thinks this is romance needs to get their eyes checked because this is a duel to the death. ]
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he starts choking a bit and has to hit his own chest to make sure it goes down properly. ]
Are you trying to kill me after I bought you ice cream?
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[ he holds out a smaller scoop as a peace offering. this is his equivalent of getting the last word in. they are twelve. ]
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he will eat the spoonful. ]
I didn't expect you to get defensive.
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[ he would. but, he can talk about this au that never happened all he wants. ]
Are you happy now?
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[ he will toss out their trash. ]
Did you want to walk?
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[ he has no room to talk considering he just shoved ice cream into thorns' mouth out of spite, but okay.
but his gaze drifts toward the stalls selling handmade crafts, and once he's sure thorns is following, his feet are carry him in that direction. ]
Should we get something for your parents? It's been a while since I've seen them.
[ turns over a fridge magnet in his hand. hmm ]
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[ quite literally the only thing that salvaged their opinion of elysium is the fact that their moms are friends. the first chance they saw at reuniting the boys and they ran for it. ]
You don't have to though.
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he bumps their shoulders. ]
Pick something out too, then. They'll appreciate it.
[ they'll immediately know elysium put him up to it but it's the thought that counts!!!!!!! ]
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[ like he doesn't quite believe it but he won't say no. ]
Maybe a cup?
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[ he picks up two boxes of local delicacies and the goofiest magnet he can find. as well, a postcard. ]
Their expectations can't be that high. [ it's thorns. ] Just go with what feels right. Why not?
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thorns grabs socks. ]
Done.
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then just laughs. okay. he picks out a cute gift bag for him to put them in. ]
Was there anything else that caught your eye? We can do the rest of the walk then head back or chill until it's time to.
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[ and some other carnival rides, nothing too fancy. thorns points it out. ]
Want to ride?
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You really are making fun of me. Okay.
[ once again muttered under his breath. ]
Give me a minute.
[ … he turns and wanders off. if thorns tries to follow, he'll pin him in place with a look and shake his head. he could've just said he was going to the washroom or something and the dramatics would be cut in half, but that also wouldn't be nearly as fun. he takes like five minutes. ]
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thorns just waits after elysium forces him to stay. he looks so awkward. when elysium finally returns, thorns just stays where he is. ]
Okay?
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Yup.
[ yup! provides no context. ]
We can go now.
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I haven't been on one of these in years...
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a part of him is like there is no way thorns is thinking about it that deeply nor is he some manipulative mastermind, but unfortunately, where thorns is involved, his iq and eq plummet to the floor.
hence, the alien headband… another date activity… he hasn't forgotten he technically has a girlfriend, even if it does seem like he has. this seemed like a safe thing to do. getting proper ears might've sent him into cardiac arrest, but it seems that thorns hadn't been flustered by it.
darn!!!!!! ]
Since highschool? [ sits across and looks out the window. he is still plotting thorns' downfall and demise. ] Man. You really haven't been out…
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and is becoming an issue here, because that kind of relationship is what thorns knows to be theirs. he can suggest a lot of seemingly romantic activities, and in his memory it's normal for them. if he notices other couples around it will slowly hit him that this may be weird, but the first problem is that it would require him to pay attention to other people. ]
I don't go to amusement parks or carnivals.
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Makes sense. You never did care for loud and crowded places.
[ elysium watches as the people and stalls below shrink to miniatures beneath their ascent. back then, everything had felt so small, and he'd thought him and thorns would be together forever. they could still be together forever from now on, technically. though, he is thinking about how if he were in a relationship, some of the things they did wouldn't be ones he'd be comfortable with. the thought's somewhat sobering. ]
But as a change of pace now and then… they're not so bad, right?
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[ he looks over towards the horizon, where it looks like the sky and sea melt into each other. it's always amazing how different the same view can be if you just change the viewpoint a bit. it's true for things other than just scenery. ]
You must be used to doing things like this though.
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[ he tears his gaze from the window and turns a grin on thorns. ]
That's one way to make it harder to get over someone. But in the end, I think I was better off for it.
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