Not particularly… somewhere with a milder climate would make things easier for us, though. So I guess staying here could be an option.
[ their chicken that won't be born for another few years if they're sticking to the original timeline and conditions thorns please. they'll have to get a new chicken. it won't be as beloved as the first child, but its siblings will just have to live with that.
he thinks about how this just outright rules out iberia. fuck iberia ]
But we should stll see what other places have to offer first. Maybe there'll be one that feels right to you.
[ thorns has abandoned so many children he can't keep doing this bursts into tears
but yan is nice, it's true. he is unsure about the idea of staying somewhere forever, mostly because as much as elysium says all he needs is thorns to be happy, thorns would still like for him to have other things. he enjoyed traveling so thorns would like to make sure he still travels...
although they could go on long vacations, he supposes. hmmm. ]
in tears over how they can't t survive without trying to one-up each other. ahich is why he's already wearing a mischievous look by the time he pulls thorns up to his toes. ]
You'd let that person close far enough to see me?
[ so… maybe this is housewife behaviour… whatever ]
[ thorns goes along with the pill very easily. his own expression is serious, like this is the most important topic in the world? and honestly, for them it is, because everything about their relationship is the most important thing in the world (unwell). ]
They're think you came straight out of a fairy tale.
the weather decides to be temperamental and clears up—something elysium only acknowledges after stealing his kiss and humming, pleased, against thorns. right answer… ]
We should get back on the move if we want to cover more ground before nightfall.
[ their housewife era where neither of them agree on who is the housewife.
but he will nod, taking elysium's hand again so that they can get going. this is actually really nice? it's almost like when they went on missions together, if you ignore the part that there is no mission. but it's similar enough that it gives a pleasant nostalgic feeling. ]
[ they're on a mission for themselves if you want to go that far. unfamiliar territory, with no clear objective and just the need to figure it out as they go. they've defined happiness as each other, but that can't be everything; it leaves them piecing one another back together—thorns in wanting elysium to keep travelling, elysium in wanting thorns to keep experimenting, even if they had ceased being their whole pictures a long time ago.
still, it is nice, at least for now. if the rest of their journey follows the original rhythm, it'll carry them all the way to the stream where they finally make camp. ]
[ all i know about yan is that they're trying to resurrect an evil god so yea it's otherwise probably pretty peaceful
but sure. okay. this is his chance to show off his breadwinning capabilities!!!! he rolls up his sleeves. he's ready for this. thorns, you can't just underestimate someone who's backpacked all over? he finds an appropriate-looking bamboo cane, carves it down into a spear, and before long comes back with four perfectly sized fish wrapped in larger leaves. ]
Is this enough for tonight?
[ just because he cannot destreza it does not mean he can't catch fish
[ he is trying very hard not to be openly disappointed that elysium didn't struggle more with the task because thorns really wanted to see him be cute.
the way he's seriously considering being a tradwife now because of how cute thorns is. wow, everything is suddenly so hard… he can't do anything… he's so useless… ]
Teach me how you'd do it next time.
[ whenever thorns isn't looking he throws the hand-carved spear he made as far as he can ]
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[ their chicken that won't be born for another few years if they're sticking to the original timeline and conditions thorns please. they'll have to get a new chicken. it won't be as beloved as the first child, but its siblings will just have to live with that.
he thinks about how this just outright rules out iberia. fuck iberia ]
But we should stll see what other places have to offer first. Maybe there'll be one that feels right to you.
[ lmao ]
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but yan is nice, it's true. he is unsure about the idea of staying somewhere forever, mostly because as much as elysium says all he needs is thorns to be happy, thorns would still like for him to have other things. he enjoyed traveling so thorns would like to make sure he still travels...
although they could go on long vacations, he supposes. hmmm. ]
We can look around.
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[ he pauses, turning thorns around so he can peer into his face. ]
So you could build a house? I can be additional labour.
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[ thorns just decided this right now. ]
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What? If anything, I'm the breadwinner. You're supposed to stay home and enjoy your hobbies? [ like this is obvious? ] That's what the lab's for.
[ they are going to fight over this. ]
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thorns just shakes his head. ]
I'd like to come home to you wearing only an apron.
[ no further arguments. ]
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We can take turns.
[ argues anyway, laying a hand on thorns' shoulder and tightening his grip. ]
But I also want you to ask if I want dinner or a bath first—so I can pick the third option: you.
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thorns considers this. ]
Can't we do it in the bath?
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but. ]
When's the next time we'll have a bath…?
[ this is the real tragedy. ]
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thorns last him in an attempt to console. ]
We can find a nice spot in a stream.
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elysium allows himself to be pet… ]
If anyone sees you they'll have to die.
[ 'how will they die' they'll just die ok ]
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the comment makes thorns snort in amusement though. ]
Why would they look at me when you're here?
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in tears over how they can't t survive without trying to one-up each other. ahich is why he's already wearing a mischievous look by the time he pulls thorns up to his toes. ]
You'd let that person close far enough to see me?
[ so… maybe this is housewife behaviour… whatever ]
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They're think you came straight out of a fairy tale.
[ okay bias. ]
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Oh. So you just wanted show off.
[ that also tracks… ]
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[ so, of course he wants to show him off?
thorns leans in and kisses him. ]
But that doesn't mean anyone can get close to you.
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the weather decides to be temperamental and clears up—something elysium only acknowledges after stealing his kiss and humming, pleased, against thorns. right answer… ]
We should get back on the move if we want to cover more ground before nightfall.
[ new motivation in their housewife(?) era ]
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but he will nod, taking elysium's hand again so that they can get going. this is actually really nice? it's almost like when they went on missions together, if you ignore the part that there is no mission. but it's similar enough that it gives a pleasant nostalgic feeling. ]
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still, it is nice, at least for now. if the rest of their journey follows the original rhythm, it'll carry them all the way to the stream where they finally make camp. ]
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thorns will get the tent out and start to set it up. if elysium tries to help, he shoos him away. ]
Can you get started in food? There's fish in the stream.
[ it might be easier if thorns did the fishing which is why he's making elysium do it. he wants to watch the love of his life struggle... ]
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but sure. okay. this is his chance to show off his breadwinning capabilities!!!! he rolls up his sleeves. he's ready for this. thorns, you can't just underestimate someone who's backpacked all over? he finds an appropriate-looking bamboo cane, carves it down into a spear, and before long comes back with four perfectly sized fish wrapped in larger leaves. ]
Is this enough for tonight?
[ just because he cannot destreza it does not mean he can't catch fish
praise him]
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tch. it's fine. ]
That's enough. We can start a fire to cook them.
[ tch..... ]
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he looks genuinely shocked at the lukewarm reaction…… then comes to an understanding. ]
It was really hard, Thorns……… but I didn't want to bother you. Should I have asked next time?
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he wanders over to him and gives him a big kiss on the cheek, and then on the mouth. ]
No, you did great.
[ animal crossing flowers ]
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the way he's seriously considering being a tradwife now because of how cute thorns is. wow, everything is suddenly so hard… he can't do anything… he's so useless… ]
Teach me how you'd do it next time.
[ whenever thorns isn't looking he throws the hand-carved spear he made as far as he can ]
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