thorns is fully aware that elysium has an active social life. even before, he was aware of it simply because they had enough mutual friends that thorns still heard things even when he was actively trying to respect elysium's privacy.
he isn't sure how to feel about it. should it be guilt, for blocking elysium from potentially having a nice time with someone else? or... what? ]
I guess we were meant to be up here together, then.
[ there thorns goes again!! saying romantic lines like it's no one's business!! where his heart would skip a beat, he only feels a dull pang. the way he smiles is almost like—what am i going to do with you? ]
It almost makes me regret wasting all our time before this. Which means we'll just have to make up for it extra until we can't anymore.
[ can't believe they're going to die in this timeline too
meanwhile thorns is thinking more along the lines of, oh yeah if it gets serious with his girlfriend then elysium might want to move in with her eventually? that's a natural part of being in a relationship. thorns will have to find a new place when that happens, he won't be able to afford this one alone...
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What's something you haven't gotten to do yet that you want to?
[ they reach the very top, and the wheel stops for a minute so that they can take in the view. thorns looks down to the ground, then back at elysium. ]
Don't make it sound like we're about to be old men. We've got another two decades in us, at least.
[ will they still be doing things like this in two decades? it's hard to imagine. he glances over to thorns. ]
If there's one thing we can afford in our youth, it's getting stranded in the middle of nowhere after being mugged. And how else are we going to stand hardwood floor?
What if we end up in a place with bedbugs and they go after you? Or there's no hot water so you have to shower in cold? Worse yet, no running water at all so you're left with a small bucket?
[ there was no running away from home in this universe, so. thorns is correct. ]
he knows for certain that's not how it works but as it feels better psychologically to think of it that way, he convinces himself it is the truth. thank you, thorns. backpacking is a mindset. ]
Yeah… what if it goes so bad we never want to travel again? We have to start small. Ease ourselves into it and get the know-how before we jump into the proverbial fire.
[ it is so easy for plans to start materializing in the air as they speak. the craziest thing is that thorns could potentially see this happening, if they continue along their current trajectory.
then again, driving somewhere a few hours away together where they will see other people they know is very different than going to a different continent. ]
[ until there's a booking reference in his inbox, elysium's just having fun with it as a thought experiment. his hopes aren't that high for it actually happening, but it is nice to think about. ]
A lot. Most of the stuff can be kept in the hotel, but if we're going around somewhere we barely know, then I'll have to bring a change of clothes in the event something happens to what you're currently wearing. Sunscreen, disinfectant, stain remover, tissues, bandaids… can't forget the foldable umbrella, either.
Yeah. And we're already including all the essentials like water, my wallet, and keys, too. And some granola in case you get hungry and there isn't anything we can grab food at nearby.
No matter how hard you try to prevent it, these things are bound to get at least a bit creased in transit. No putting either of them on until I've ironed everything out.
[ back to their regularly scheduled nagging. ]
What? Not everyone needs 15 hours of sleep to function like you do. I'll just drink more coffee.
[ no, he probably just has the same insane schedule i do… bursts into tears
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but elysium snickers thinking about the decaf from the morning. heh. ]
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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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he isn't sure how to feel about it. should it be guilt, for blocking elysium from potentially having a nice time with someone else? or... what? ]
I guess we were meant to be up here together, then.
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[ there thorns goes again!! saying romantic lines like it's no one's business!! where his heart would skip a beat, he only feels a dull pang. the way he smiles is almost like—what am i going to do with you? ]
It almost makes me regret wasting all our time before this. Which means we'll just have to make up for it extra until we can't anymore.
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meanwhile thorns is thinking more along the lines of, oh yeah if it gets serious with his girlfriend then elysium might want to move in with her eventually? that's a natural part of being in a relationship. thorns will have to find a new place when that happens, he won't be able to afford this one alone...
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What's something you haven't gotten to do yet that you want to?
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Backpacking.
[ the answer is instant. ]
That's something I haven't done solo or with anyone else yet. You?
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[ they reach the very top, and the wheel stops for a minute so that they can take in the view. thorns looks down to the ground, then back at elysium. ]
Seeing other countries.
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You'd let yourself take enough time off for that?
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[ saving up the money is another thing entirely, but if he has time to prepare it may be doable. ]
Don't they say you should travel while you're young?
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[ will they still be doing things like this in two decades? it's hard to imagine. he glances over to thorns. ]
If there's one thing we can afford in our youth, it's getting stranded in the middle of nowhere after being mugged. And how else are we going to stand hardwood floor?
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Could you handle a hostel?
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he starts mumbling under his breath. ]
What if we end up in a place with bedbugs and they go after you? Or there's no hot water so you have to shower in cold? Worse yet, no running water at all so you're left with a small bucket?
[ there was no running away from home in this universe, so. thorns is correct. ]
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well, this is about what he expected. you can't do your full routine when other people are waiting for you to get out of the singular restroom. ]
Hotel...
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[ very quickly realising his view of it has been extremely romanticised. he shakes.
this fell apart so quickly ]
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[ okay.
this is like when people go camping except absolutely no part of it resembles camping except there are woods around. ]
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he knows for certain that's not how it works but as it feels better psychologically to think of it that way, he convinces himself it is the truth. thank you, thorns. backpacking is a mindset. ]
Yeah… what if it goes so bad we never want to travel again? We have to start small. Ease ourselves into it and get the know-how before we jump into the proverbial fire.
No check-ins.
[ … ]
One check-in… and our backpacks.
[ when did this become a joint vacation ]
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then again, driving somewhere a few hours away together where they will see other people they know is very different than going to a different continent. ]
How much can you fit into a backpack?
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A lot. Most of the stuff can be kept in the hotel, but if we're going around somewhere we barely know, then I'll have to bring a change of clothes in the event something happens to what you're currently wearing. Sunscreen, disinfectant, stain remover, tissues, bandaids… can't forget the foldable umbrella, either.
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elysium is definitely not meant for backpacking here. thorns actually chuckles. ]
Uh huh. This really is a large bag.
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[ he taps his chin. ]
This is why I'm taller.
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[ stop mentioning the height!!!
the wheel turns, bringing them closer to the ground. ]
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[ he kicks thorns' foot. ]
… That went by fast. We should probably go and get ready after this.
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[ thorns will just put his suit on without ironing it if he can have his way here. ]
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elysium bores a hole straight through thorns' soul. ]
Uh huh. 'Cause I gotta help you get ready first.
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[ the level of trust here is so low. ]
Maybe you should have napped.
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[ back to their regularly scheduled nagging. ]
What? Not everyone needs 15 hours of sleep to function like you do. I'll just drink more coffee.
[ no, he probably just has the same insane schedule i do… bursts into tears
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but elysium snickers thinking about the decaf from the morning. heh. ]
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