[ 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. ]
[ elysium is the one who abandoned him!!! he left!!!!!!!
when elysium gets there, everyone starts immediately chattering at him. this is so much attention at once on him that it is obvious that they were just talking about him right before he arrived.
[ they very deliberately leave the only seat available the one next to thorns. elysium sees this and is like… okay? but it isn't that weird considering they're mostly thorns' family and their +1s, so wanting thorns' +1 next to him is.
normal.
even as an extrovert this is so much redirected attention all at once. ]
What exactly did Thorns tell you that's got everyone so interested?
[ someone complains that thorns has not told them enough actually? someone else comments that they have never seen thorns interested in someone before so they're curious.
[ he is so pleased thorns is pleased that he isn't paying attention to the table. ]
Sure. I'll order for us.
[ this is such a domestic conversation there is now a new group chat with all the original members discounting thorns called, THORNS AND ELYSIUM BETTING POOL 🤔💭. he does not notice that everyone is on their phones now for some reason but that's the modern era for you.
they aren't even dating and yet why are they trying to make everyone feel single? before calling over to the server, he looks back at everyone. they're conveniently done their texting madness and are back to staring. he thinks about why… then, oh! ]
… Right, you probably had to wait on me to order. Sorry.
[ turns back to flag the server. everyone moves their gazes back to thorns. ]
[ he's going to fight them in this damn diner. don't they have other hobbies? what did they talk about before this entered their lives.
they just makes them laugh and nudge each other. thorns was pvping elysium earlier, but now he feels like his only friend in this dark landscape that surrounds them... ]
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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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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.
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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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he shows up at the diner ten minutes late. hope thorns enjoyed the in-person grilling by abandoning his best friend. it's what he deserves. ]
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when elysium gets there, everyone starts immediately chattering at him. this is so much attention at once on him that it is obvious that they were just talking about him right before he arrived.
thorns stares at the menu. ]
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normal.
even as an extrovert this is so much redirected attention all at once. ]
What exactly did Thorns tell you that's got everyone so interested?
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thorns is still buried in the menu. ]
They have a two for one deal...
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his attention is redirected. okay. leaves everyone on read which is basically ignoring. ]
Did you want to order together?
[ the entire table takes notes. ]
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he may be done this on purpose to get elysium to stop interacting with the vultures but also it is a good price. ]
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I'd be down for a burger. Look, even though we have to choose the same main we can pick different sides. Doesn't that work out for us?
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[ he is pleased...
and then he looks up to see a table staring at them. ]
Pick your food before the server comes back.
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Sure. I'll order for us.
[ this is such a domestic conversation there is now a new group chat with all the original members discounting thorns called, THORNS AND ELYSIUM BETTING POOL 🤔💭. he does not notice that everyone is on their phones now for some reason but that's the modern era for you.
they aren't even dating and yet why are they trying to make everyone feel single? before calling over to the server, he looks back at everyone. they're conveniently done their texting madness and are back to staring. he thinks about why… then, oh! ]
… Right, you probably had to wait on me to order. Sorry.
[ turns back to flag the server. everyone moves their gazes back to thorns. ]
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[ he's going to fight them in this damn diner. don't they have other hobbies? what did they talk about before this entered their lives.
they just makes them laugh and nudge each other. thorns was pvping elysium earlier, but now he feels like his only friend in this dark landscape that surrounds them... ]
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