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. ]
[ LAUGHS YET AGAIN!!!!!! unfortunately for thorns, it is too late to shove him off the peak of the ferris wheel.
but as with all jokes, it isn't funny if you're the only one in on it. he grins with a mischievous lilt. ]
… The coffee you drank this morning had no caffeine in it. [ quickly taps thorns' forehead with his fist, then— ] Don't be an obstruction to other people trying to get on.
[ —he just books it. they are ending up at the same place (his car) but he is booking it anyway. exercise time!! ]
thorns stares after him, dumbfounded for a moment, as the poor ride attendant is left wondering why one person ran out while the other is not moving. and then thorns snaps to attention and goes after him. ]
[ HE CAN AND WILL no sol romcom is complete without a chase scene or ten
it's probably a long run given the ferris wheel is on the other side of the boardwalk, but that's fine. it's still fuckin crowded so they're also going to have to weave through a million different people. elysium has had to mouth at least ten apologies by the time he reaches his car but that's
[ he can let his revenge go for now, but he will just remind elysium that at the end of the day, they are returning to the same room... he can k word him in his sleep.
well, fine. the moment they get back to the hotel he's blasting AUS for his workflow. as it turns out, he does need to iron. thorns is banned from touching anything until he's done. ]
thorns will annoyingly hover because it's the kind of awkward feeling when someone is doing you a favor and you don't want to be useless but there is nothing for you specific to do. he gets out their shoes... ]
[ this was not and thorns is wondering how things keep getting added?? but he'll listen... at least regarding putting on the suit, but that's partly because he has to do it even if elysium hadn't said anything. ]
[ he reads thorns' mind (or at least thinks he does) and manhandles him a little more roughly than he'd intended to get him to settle on the edge of the bed. ]
You should be glad I'm not fussing over your makeup. I'm just going to cover up some of your sunspots… you haven't been good about wearing sunscreen, have you.
[ do not ask why he has foundation and concealer in thorns' shade ]
I'm only taking so long on you 'cause I'm not used to styling other people. [ like, he pulls up his phone and it's pretty clear he has 2817382 tabs of references of people with thorns' hair length, as well as makeup looks…. he hums. ]
[ in every world, he will always be horrendous at skincare. he most definitely did not put sunscreen into his bag and elysium had to include it when he repacked it.
sadly, he's not going to ask why elysium knows his shade because thorns would not remotely even think about that sort of thing, so elysium being a weirdo is swept under the rug this time. ]
... I would have thought you did this kind of thing for others a lot.
[ with how into dressing thorns up that elysium has been. ]
[ the blending takes like five minutes as thorns is probably one of those freaks with nice skin despite doing nothing. elysium also probably falls under this category but is insane about skincare anyway.
onto hair… he's brushing it out… ]
No one else is as bad at taking care of yourself as you are.
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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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[ he doesn't think what elysium just said is that funny??
don't be annoying. ]
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[ stifles another laugh into his hand. it is probably obvious there's so much more to this. ]
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Why are you laughing.
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[ LAUGHS YET AGAIN!!!!!! unfortunately for thorns, it is too late to shove him off the peak of the ferris wheel.
but as with all jokes, it isn't funny if you're the only one in on it. he grins with a mischievous lilt. ]
… The coffee you drank this morning had no caffeine in it. [ quickly taps thorns' forehead with his fist, then— ] Don't be an obstruction to other people trying to get on.
[ —he just books it. they are ending up at the same place (his car) but he is booking it anyway. exercise time!! ]
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thorns stares after him, dumbfounded for a moment, as the poor ride attendant is left wondering why one person ran out while the other is not moving. and then thorns snaps to attention and goes after him. ]
Hey!
[ you can't get away!! ]
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it's probably a long run given the ferris wheel is on the other side of the boardwalk, but that's fine. it's still fuckin crowded so they're also going to have to weave through a million different people. elysium has had to mouth at least ten apologies by the time he reaches his car but that's
youth!!!!!! being stupid!!!!!!!! ]
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when thorns finally catches up, he just walks over to where elysium is and shakes him. thorns was rude and did not apologize. ]
You want to die?
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No! Pffft! Stop! What I wouldn't have given to catch how distraught you looked. It was gold! Take a joke!
[ the joke is him getting to nap. okay.
he's laughing while being shaken like a ragdoll i guess ]
You haven't forgotten, have you? We have a wedding to go to, bro!
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[ he can let his revenge go for now, but he will just remind elysium that at the end of the day, they are returning to the same room... he can k word him in his sleep.
but he will let go to get into the car. ]
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they speed away… to once again put thorns through the horrors… ]
That's making it waaaaaay too obvious. Or are you fine with ending up in jail if it means you get to exact your revenge…? That's metal.
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thorns mentally goes over all the ways he could get rid of a body... ]
What would you have suggested otherwise?
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I dunno! Accepting your defeat like anyone else would?
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[ he leans over and pinches his shoulder. d*e ]
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[ swats this oversized mosquito away. ]
I'm driving…
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[ he says, distracting him.
something vibrates, and he pauses to pick up his phone. ]
My mom says hi.
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Oh! Tell her I said hi back! Does she miss seeing my face? Hm?
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I wouldn't go that far.
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[ thorns hates him so bad…
well, fine. the moment they get back to the hotel he's blasting AUS for his workflow. as it turns out, he does need to iron. thorns is banned from touching anything until he's done. ]
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thorns will annoyingly hover because it's the kind of awkward feeling when someone is doing you a favor and you don't want to be useless but there is nothing for you specific to do. he gets out their shoes... ]
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Done! Put them on and then I'll style your hair for you.
[ was this a part of the memo? no? now it is ]
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Shouldn't you get dressed?
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You should be glad I'm not fussing over your makeup. I'm just going to cover up some of your sunspots… you haven't been good about wearing sunscreen, have you.
[ do not ask why he has foundation and concealer in thorns' shade ]
I'm only taking so long on you 'cause I'm not used to styling other people. [ like, he pulls up his phone and it's pretty clear he has 2817382 tabs of references of people with thorns' hair length, as well as makeup looks…. he hums. ]
Mine will go by fast.
[ fast being half an hour ]
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sadly, he's not going to ask why elysium knows his shade because thorns would not remotely even think about that sort of thing, so elysium being a weirdo is swept under the rug this time. ]
... I would have thought you did this kind of thing for others a lot.
[ with how into dressing thorns up that elysium has been. ]
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Stay still.
[ the blending takes like five minutes as thorns is probably one of those freaks with nice skin despite doing nothing. elysium also probably falls under this category but is insane about skincare anyway.
onto hair… he's brushing it out… ]
No one else is as bad at taking care of yourself as you are.
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