If you're going to be working out with me, they're good macros…
[ not the gym bro talk.
also. this is starting to get embarrassing. stop that. he starts ironing his shirt more aggressively. ]
Yeah? Wanna keep going? You're not going to find anyone else with as complete a package as I come. How many countries did you save in your last life, huh?
it's a little funny, since if you put someone in a room with the two of them and they'd be so confused over how different they are from each other. thorns has had a few classmates who were always really surprised if they found out that he and elysium were roommates. ]
Well, you're right that I won't ever find someone else like you.
[ he tosses a bobby pin a thorns' head. but once the shirt is done, he comes to a stand, disappearing into the bathroom. he emerges, suit and all. it's probably a lot more than two pieces and i am not about to look up proper terminology for menswear mobile.
he rests a hand on his hip and tilts his head—as if asking, happy? ]
I'm just getting started, buddy. You'll be a lot more thankful to have eyes in just a bit.
[ shut up.
proceeds to do his own makeup and style his hair. it's a little weird considering he's never done any of this in front of thorns before, but he doubts he'll be paying that much attention… it's boring. ]
[ well, at least thorns isn't watching him like an insane person. he is occasionally on his phone, every now and then glancing up to see what elysium is doing.
... he has no idea how far along he is with this. ]
[ saves them from being bl webtoon toxic in this timeline
at least, it should be obvious from glance alone how much more confident he is styling himself. it makes his movements on thorns seen overly careful by comparison.
by the end of it, he's wearing the same watch thorns had pointed out and just fiddles with it on his wrist… as uncertain as he had been to wear it, thorns had picked it out? their friendship is so precarious.
he gets up with a start and winks. so belatedly: ]
[ thorns does notice the watch. he is a little surprised that elysium is actually wearing it since he hadn't expected him to take his suggestions that seriously at all.
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wait. ]
About what?
the response was so delayed he isn't sure what it's in reference to. ]
[ covered by thorns' hand his words are nearly incomprehensible, so he does what any normal person does and
bites at his palm. he does not retaliate beyond that whatsoever so that seems to be his? getting even? for thorns helping him? since he does settle down albeit more petulantly.
elysium biting his palm feels so weirdly intimate that it actually flustered him a bit, his cheeks darkening a little. but thorns ignores that to keep fiddling with the tie.
it's not perfect, but it at least looks better than what elysium did. ]
it does feel a little nice though, knowing that thorns had to step in to help, like a small reminder things work better with each other. he does not say this and just does his own tie. ]
[ how often does thorns tie these things to do know to do it so well… so well in this case is a low bar to clear, but regardless, he will peek into a mirror and begrudgingly admit that it's a much better job. ]
I don't see any of this as work, though?
[ they get to hang out… he is paid in camaraderie. ]
But if you feel like you still owe me, you can always volunteer to be the one taking care of all the covers.
[ die in trying to put the blankets in and lining up the corners ]
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[ not the gym bro talk.
also. this is starting to get embarrassing. stop that. he starts ironing his shirt more aggressively. ]
Yeah? Wanna keep going? You're not going to find anyone else with as complete a package as I come. How many countries did you save in your last life, huh?
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it's a little funny, since if you put someone in a room with the two of them and they'd be so confused over how different they are from each other. thorns has had a few classmates who were always really surprised if they found out that he and elysium were roommates. ]
Well, you're right that I won't ever find someone else like you.
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[ he tosses a bobby pin a thorns' head. but once the shirt is done, he comes to a stand, disappearing into the bathroom. he emerges, suit and all. it's probably a lot more than two pieces and i am not about to look up proper terminology for menswear mobile.
he rests a hand on his hip and tilts his head—as if asking, happy? ]
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thorns looks at him, and it is not the first time he has thought that elysium would really look nice in a wedding. ]
Thanks.
[ he is not sure what to say here. thanks. ]
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I'm just getting started, buddy. You'll be a lot more thankful to have eyes in just a bit.
[ shut up.
proceeds to do his own makeup and style his hair. it's a little weird considering he's never done any of this in front of thorns before, but he doubts he'll be paying that much attention… it's boring. ]
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[ well, at least thorns isn't watching him like an insane person. he is occasionally on his phone, every now and then glancing up to see what elysium is doing.
... he has no idea how far along he is with this. ]
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at least, it should be obvious from glance alone how much more confident he is styling himself. it makes his movements on thorns seen overly careful by comparison.
by the end of it, he's wearing the same watch thorns had pointed out and just fiddles with it on his wrist… as uncertain as he had been to wear it, thorns had picked it out? their friendship is so precarious.
he gets up with a start and winks. so belatedly: ]
I'm not wrong.
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...
wait. ]
About what?
the response was so delayed he isn't sure what it's in reference to. ]
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[ duh! now he's made it awkward… ]
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thorns still craves violence. ]
Do you want me to compliment you?
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[ elysium also craves violence. ]
Do you need me to tie your tie for you?
[ unfortunately thorns is still his baby he has to take care of. ]
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[ thorns is well aware of how this would likely go and the small chance of elysium actually approving of thorns' tie attempts. ]
Thanks.
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even being a stealth trust fund kid will not save him. they now match fucked up ties unless thorns is capable of staging an intervention. ]
Tada!
[ he's so proud of himself ]
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after a moment of silence, ]
I put a lot of trust in you.
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And I did you well, didn't I?
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he just walks over to elysium so that he's standing right in front of him. he reaches over to start messing with his tie. ]
Hold on.
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Why did you sound so accusatory earlier? What does it matter how a hot guy wears his clothes as long as he's still attractive in them? It's a style!!
[ so
he is self-aware ]
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he covers elysium's mouth with his hand. ]
Just admit you don't know how to do this.
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[ covered by thorns' hand his words are nearly incomprehensible, so he does what any normal person does and
bites at his palm. he does not retaliate beyond that whatsoever so that seems to be his? getting even? for thorns helping him? since he does settle down albeit more petulantly.
he is so stupid. ]
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elysium biting his palm feels so weirdly intimate that it actually flustered him a bit, his cheeks darkening a little.
but thorns ignores that to keep fiddling with the tie.
it's not perfect, but it at least looks better than what elysium did. ]
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Don't forget yours…
[ … ]
Thanks.
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[ elysium did literally everything else.
it does feel a little nice though, knowing that thorns had to step in to help, like a small reminder things work better with each other. he does not say this and just does his own tie. ]
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I don't see any of this as work, though?
[ they get to hang out… he is paid in camaraderie. ]
But if you feel like you still owe me, you can always volunteer to be the one taking care of all the covers.
[ die in trying to put the blankets in and lining up the corners ]
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[ the two things are so different from each other that thorns can only assume elysium has been waiting for an opportunity to pawn it off. ]
... Are we ready?
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[ there is nothing to suggest thorns is particularly skilled in this overly specific thing but okay.
he hands thorns' a bag. two bags. both are fairly heavy. ]
For your parents, from us. [ us sounds incredibly intimate… ] No forgetting the bride and groom either!
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