it's thorns. his mood lights right away, and then there'll be a sudden weight across his shoulders: elysium's arm, draped over him without hesitation. ]
Missed me so much you followed me here? What's up? Socialising with your cousins couldn't be that bad.
[ his phone rings again. it's a unique ringtone if thorns pays attention to these things—and elysium quickly puts it on do not disturb. ]
Imagine if that went off during speeches. Talk about embarrassing. But since you're here, we might as well grab a drink together on the way back. C'mon!
well, back to the bar they go. thorns gestures at elysium when they reach the bartender to signify that he found him... this shows that thorns really was Looking looking for him. ]
[ if the alcohol in this context is one can of beer, then sure, yeah, thorns can hold his alcohol.
they make it back and the table asks if thorns hated talking to them that much that he had to look for elysium… thorns is so funny. but there isn't much time to make him the brunt of the joke when speeches follow right after.
when it comes time to the best man's, elysium genuinely wonders to himself if he'll ever be able to deliver one for thorns. he kind of has to. should he start preparing early…? ]
[ the way thorns can't tell if elysium is just shy or if he just hates his relationship? well, it is more likely that he just doesn't want to talk about it to thorns specifically? that makes sense. it's probably awkward.
[ … thorns there is only one way he can interpret the end of that sentence.
he downs the rest of his cooler and watches the rest of the speech blankly. he gets up the moment they're done to just mechanically walk towards the bar again. bye. ]
but thorns will eventually get up and follow after him like a puppy. mostly because people started asking him if he was seeing anyone since they now believe elysium is dating someone else. this tangled web they weave. ]
[ yeah this is how he got rejected last time so he needs to bring himself back to reality by drinking. clearly.
stupid!!!!!!!! just because he's forced his way into thorns' life, it doesn't mean that's the only way. there will be someone thorns meets and falls madly in love with at first sight and get married to and leave elysium alone in his apartment that's too big for one person in which elysium will have to give a speech for, and thorns is just in time to witness elysium down two shots before he's like. oh. he was followed.
thorns is like a duck… being imprinted on does not mean he's special. well, it does mean he's special, just not in the way he'd want to be. he hands him another drink before he can say anything and then scurries back to their table like a rat. this is how he becomes an alcoholic. ]
thorns watches elysium immediately run away after he gets there, and he realizes that it is him who is being avoided. bringing up kitten really must have been the wrong move... maybe the relationship is on the rocks and elysium is too embarrassed to admit it so soon after he told thorns about it?
he drinks this with the bartender as company and then returns to the table. he gives elysium the space he needs. ]
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he can just leave and go back to his seat. instead he walks further in after a moment. ]
Here you are.
[ it at least sounds like thorns just walked in and not like he heard anything...? ]
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it's thorns. his mood lights right away, and then there'll be a sudden weight across his shoulders: elysium's arm, draped over him without hesitation. ]
Missed me so much you followed me here? What's up? Socialising with your cousins couldn't be that bad.
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[ was elysium even gone long enough for all of that to happen? who knows.
he almost wants to ask what was wrong, but also literally anyone can walk in here so thorns holds his tongue for now. ]
They were asking for you.
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[ his phone rings again. it's a unique ringtone if thorns pays attention to these things—and elysium quickly puts it on do not disturb. ]
Imagine if that went off during speeches. Talk about embarrassing. But since you're here, we might as well grab a drink together on the way back. C'mon!
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so he follows after him back to the bar. but as they're walking, ]
Didn't you just get a drink?
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No? I had to use the restroom first.
[ urges thorns along. don't think about it. ]
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well, back to the bar they go. thorns gestures at elysium when they reach the bartender to signify that he found him... this shows that thorns really was Looking looking for him. ]
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We have to pace you or you'll be drunk in the next hour.
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[ he can't.
however he still takes the sprite and goes back to the table. they're going to start speeches soon so they need to get seated. ]
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they make it back and the table asks if thorns hated talking to them that much that he had to look for elysium… thorns is so funny. but there isn't much time to make him the brunt of the joke when speeches follow right after.
when it comes time to the best man's, elysium genuinely wonders to himself if he'll ever be able to deliver one for thorns. he kind of has to. should he start preparing early…? ]
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... Do I have to do this for you and Kitten?
[ he is just going to remind elysium that he is het and has a girlfriend who he never talks about ever. ]
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elysium just openly frowns. ]
I guess…
[ this is so noncommittal. ]
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[ the way thorns can't tell if elysium is just shy or if he just hates his relationship? well, it is more likely that he just doesn't want to talk about it to thorns specifically? that makes sense. it's probably awkward.
it's hard to be a good bro. ]
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[ which has stopped no one, but elysium is putting that out there anyway. ]
… I'll give you the best speech you've ever heard during yours.
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I'm not getting married.
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[ he pats thorns' arm lightly. ]
I'm not going to hold your words against you.
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thorns pats him back. ]
You don't have to worry about that. That would require someone wanting to marry me.
[ every time someone has had a crush on thorns it ended poorly, thus he will never date. ]
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Don't you mean it the other way around? You'd have to find someone you could actually tolerate for more than five minutes at a time.
[ his pat turns into a pinch. ]
Besides, I'd hope you'd want more than just tolerance. I'm not letting you settle for that.
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[ he stops himself from finishing the sentence, suddenly unsure if it's the right thing to say at this moment. or any moment.
he drinks his sprite... ]
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he downs the rest of his cooler and watches the rest of the speech blankly. he gets up the moment they're done to just mechanically walk towards the bar again. bye. ]
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but thorns will eventually get up and follow after him like a puppy. mostly because people started asking him if he was seeing anyone since they now believe elysium is dating someone else. this tangled web they weave. ]
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stupid!!!!!!!! just because he's forced his way into thorns' life, it doesn't mean that's the only way. there will be someone thorns meets and falls madly in love with at first sight and get married to and leave elysium alone in his apartment that's too big for one person in which elysium will have to give a speech for, and thorns is just in time to witness elysium down two shots before he's like. oh. he was followed.
thorns is like a duck… being imprinted on does not mean he's special. well, it does mean he's special, just not in the way he'd want to be. he hands him another drink before he can say anything and then scurries back to their table like a rat. this is how he becomes an alcoholic. ]
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thorns watches elysium immediately run away after he gets there, and he realizes that it is him who is being avoided. bringing up kitten really must have been the wrong move... maybe the relationship is on the rocks and elysium is too embarrassed to admit it so soon after he told thorns about it?
he drinks this with the bartender as company and then returns to the table. he gives elysium the space he needs. ]
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he goes back to socialising as usual but he slides his plate until it touches thorns'. it's the last of his cabbage. bribery. ]
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thorns looks over at the plate, then at elysium. he will take the offered cabbage... this is so pathetic to witness.
people are getting up to get on the dance floor. ]
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