[ … 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. ]
[ the curse of not being a lightweight is that he still doesn't feel wasted enough after the psychological damage that's been inflicted on him to dance. he looks at thorns. ]
[ as it goes, thorns won't have to lift a finger to find elysium once he's finally had his fill. barely fifteen minutes later, elysium is behind him, arms looping around his shoulders, chin resting on his head.
he is so giggly. he probably had enough before but it just hadn't hit him yet, oopsie. ]
You're still not on the dance floor?
[ they really are not helping the rumour mill. what is going on with them. ]
thorns allows it... before grabbing onto elysium's wrist. ]
Let me lead?
[ it comes out as a question but he already starts to do it anyway. thorns has only had a little alcohol so far but his tolerance is still low enough that sudden, unexpected movements may take him out. ]
[ he is literally a ragdoll in thorns' hands. okay. his dancing may not constitute as dancing in thorns' eyes, but so long as you're moving your body on the dance floor that's good enough for elysium?
still, he will not complain about getting to experience thorns' legendary dancing. his parents and everyone else are probably staring, but enough about them. he's having the time of his life. ]
unless thorns is fully prepared to carry his weight they're going to fall over. he loses all the feelings in his legs. is this how they shoujo kiss…… ]
so. it turns out his limbs aren't as spaghetti as he'd been letting on. if thorns isn't going to dip him, what if he dips thorns instead?
this would be romantic if he weren't inflicting psychic damage on thorns, probably. he is not very skilled, but he's doing his best to emulate thorns' movements while still very drunk. ]
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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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If I go back to the bar, are you going to hover…
[ is he allowed to drink more, madre. please ]
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[ like he's on timeout.
the others at the table laugh and say they'll babysit thorns for him so he can go have fun. thorns eats his cabbage. ]
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he is so giggly. he probably had enough before but it just hadn't hit him yet, oopsie. ]
You're still not on the dance floor?
[ they really are not helping the rumour mill. what is going on with them. ]
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thorns stands up, which probably dislodges elysium from him. he grabs onto his arm. ]
One dance.
[ before elysium gets too wasted.... ]
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Only one? After I came all this way for you? [ he tugs. ] How abouuuuuuut… no. Until I say so.
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[ whatever!!!
thorns just starts dragging elysium away to the dance floor because the table is now whispering and giggling and he does not want to hear them. ]
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[ words he's going to kill himself over when he's sober
but he's going to attempt to twirl thorns extremely badly. he's not battle-trained… he has no innate coordination. ]
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thorns allows it... before grabbing onto elysium's wrist. ]
Let me lead?
[ it comes out as a question but he already starts to do it anyway. thorns has only had a little alcohol so far but his tolerance is still low enough that sudden, unexpected movements may take him out. ]
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[ he is literally a ragdoll in thorns' hands. okay. his dancing may not constitute as dancing in thorns' eyes, but so long as you're moving your body on the dance floor that's good enough for elysium?
still, he will not complain about getting to experience thorns' legendary dancing. his parents and everyone else are probably staring, but enough about them. he's having the time of his life. ]
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and then he just suddenly dips him. ]
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unless thorns is fully prepared to carry his weight they're going to fall over. he loses all the feelings in his legs. is this how they shoujo kiss…… ]
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it is how they land on the ground on top of each other though. ]
Elysium...
[ BLAMES HIM. ]
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[ owww. well, as long as he breaks thorns' fall all is well. what's less well— ]
Do it again. I'll be ready for it this time.
[ WITH THE RUINED VIBE? SURE. ]
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[ he gets up to his feet, pulling elysium up with him. ]
The song's over.
[ it is switching to a different one but the vibe is definitely gone now. ]
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[ thus, dip.
so. it turns out his limbs aren't as spaghetti as he'd been letting on. if thorns isn't going to dip him, what if he dips thorns instead?
this would be romantic if he weren't inflicting psychic damage on thorns, probably. he is not very skilled, but he's doing his best to emulate thorns' movements while still very drunk. ]
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