[ he crosses his arms, once again subtly exposing the bite mark in front of thorns. it isn't like he was just in a wrestling match or anything—of course not. ]
[ elysium also has sensibilities so he actually slips on a jacket before they leave. it's a little stifling, but he is not going to terrorise people with a human-shaped bite wound on his arm.
only thorns… ]
There's something I wanted to do but we didn't get the chance to the other day. It'll be relaxing, so don't mope.
[ knocks thorns' head.
but this is how they end up back on the boardwalk, but more towards the sea this time. 'walk,' he'd said, and yet he just takes his place on a bench and kicks back, the waters an endless expanse spread in front of them. thorns can take a seat next to him or be awkward; he doesn't sit in the middle of it like an asshole. ]
[ well, once he realizes this is where they're going he'll sit down.
he stares at the water ahead of them, not saying anything. he remembers their trips to the beach when they were younger and just how simpler things were then. at least, he thought they were simpler. he wonders what else he managed to miss. ]
[ he's still resting, just in a different way. as the sun dips low and the sea breeze picks up, it feels like the perfect place to be and a welcome change from the stagnant air of their hotel room. without thinking, his arms stretch along the length of the bench, his hand coming to rest just shy of brushing thorns' shoulder. ]
Takes you back, doesn't it? If it's too boring for you, I don't mind if you look around more or run in a few circles until it's time to go.
[ assigns thorns as hyperactive child who can't stay still. ]
[ thorns is why he doesn't trust like that anymore.
as much as i would like to say it is nice and soft and fluffy, his mistakes from last night are barely being held together by wax. thorns' hand is going to feel all disgusting. ]
Ack——my hair!! Stop! I'll have to redo it if you mess it up!
[ they are once again tussling except in broad daylight. amazing. ]
[ it was over for his hair the moment thorns so much breathed in its direction. it's now sticking up in all sorts of ways and elysium's frowning as a hand reaches up to try and access the damage.
is it salvageable… not really. so he goes the full distance and headbutts thorns, waxing up his shirt real nice.
unbeknownst to the both of them (or just elysium…), a click goes on in the distance… the group chat goes wild… ]
I know where you sleep.
[ his bird nest hair… he gets up. he needs to fix this or he will die. ]
[ he pulls up his hood because he cannot be seen with this horrendous mess of hair. little does he know, it has already been immortalised in pictures. ]
Why do you look upset? You're not the one who has to redo his hard work…
[ they see the message has been read by thorns. the group chat goes even crazier. thorns' support group is going so well. ]
[ he scowls and picks up pace. everyone in the group chat thinks thorns has no chance of failing. failing what? they are being vague to give the benefit of doubt but like
but thorns will wave him off, sitting back down on the bench. it is probably best for him to not follow after elysium because they'd probably end up wrestling or something along the way. ]
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We don't have to. You seem tired.
[ elysium should nap again... ]
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[ he crosses his arms, once again subtly exposing the bite mark in front of thorns. it isn't like he was just in a wrestling match or anything—of course not. ]
I'm already up. Give me my walk.
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but he realizes there is no point in arguing about this because that would be stupid, so he finally gives in and stands up. ]
Fine. Let's get your steps in.
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only thorns… ]
There's something I wanted to do but we didn't get the chance to the other day. It'll be relaxing, so don't mope.
[ knocks thorns' head.
but this is how they end up back on the boardwalk, but more towards the sea this time. 'walk,' he'd said, and yet he just takes his place on a bench and kicks back, the waters an endless expanse spread in front of them. thorns can take a seat next to him or be awkward; he doesn't sit in the middle of it like an asshole. ]
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he stares at the water ahead of them, not saying anything. he remembers their trips to the beach when they were younger and just how simpler things were then. at least, he thought they were simpler. he wonders what else he managed to miss. ]
... mm.
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Takes you back, doesn't it? If it's too boring for you, I don't mind if you look around more or run in a few circles until it's time to go.
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[ he has to get that out there. also, he technically already got his exercise for the day. it is elysium who has been inactive. ]
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[ the vibe of this conversation is also so different. ]
Thanks for the company, I guess.
[ pat pat pats thorns' head. ]
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[ not the 'i guess'!!! ]
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[ the pats turn into gentle yanks… it's been two seconds and they're back to violence. ]
You haven't promised you'd behave.
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[ he just starts to pinch elysium again if he's yanking his hair. stop that.
why are they five years old. ]
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[ OR
JUST DON'T PROVOKE HIM TO BEGIN WITH? they are four years old. ]
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[ he resists the urge to bite him again.
but he does suddenly stand up. ]
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[ he is doing everything on purpose.
…
he stops tugging. ]
Where are you going?
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he immediately starts giving elysium a noogie now that he has the advantage of height. ]
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as much as i would like to say it is nice and soft and fluffy, his mistakes from last night are barely being held together by wax. thorns' hand is going to feel all disgusting. ]
Ack——my hair!! Stop! I'll have to redo it if you mess it up!
[ they are once again tussling except in broad daylight. amazing. ]
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thorns stops messing with his hair because he is now trying to wipe his hand off of elysium's shirt.
weren't they having a crisis about feelings and boundaries. what happened. ]
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is it salvageable… not really. so he goes the full distance and headbutts thorns, waxing up his shirt real nice.
unbeknownst to the both of them (or just elysium…), a click goes on in the distance… the group chat goes wild… ]
I know where you sleep.
[ his bird nest hair… he gets up. he needs to fix this or he will die. ]
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thorns will take a few steps back away from elysium. he has decided this is no longer a safe space. what happened to their nice walk? ]
You started it.
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Who told you to start playing dirty? I'm heading back to the hotel. If I'm late, I'm telling everyone I had to deal with a rabid animal.
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[ he finally pulls out his phone to see why the hell is it going off and just
makes such a face when he sees what the topic is. ]
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Why do you look upset? You're not the one who has to redo his hard work…
[ they see the message has been read by thorns. the group chat goes even crazier. thorns' support group is going so well. ]
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You sabotaged me.
[ as if elysium knew this exact turn of events with occur. ]
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[ he scowls and picks up pace. everyone in the group chat thinks thorns has no chance of failing. failing what? they are being vague to give the benefit of doubt but like
lmao. ]
I should be the one saying that.
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[ neither of them do.
but thorns will wave him off, sitting back down on the bench. it is probably best for him to not follow after elysium because they'd probably end up wrestling or something along the way. ]
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