[ thorns is like, but they ordered to share... he doesn't understand any hesitation because of that.
but at least he isn't that chatty so he just remains quiet as everyone eats. it is difficult to tell if he is bothered by anything because his expression is his default one where he just looks mad even when he's not. ]
[ even elysium goes unusually quiet, trying to blame it and any other odd behavior on a sudden lack of appetite. luckily, the group doesn't need him to carry the conversation, so things move along naturally until it's time to leave.
by the end, half his burger and a good portion of his side are still untouched. he'd told the others not to make it awkward, only to end up being the one who did between him and thorns. oops. ]
[ thorns asks for a box so they can take the food with them. it's fine. they will say their goodbye and the others tells thorns not to ignore the group chat. he is already planning on leaving it as soon as he is not near any of them.
[ he mutters something about sedatives which is also not the best thing to talk about in public. hmm. pretends not to hear thorns' equally questionable comment.
ok back to their hotel they go. he stupidly realises he has the keys anyway so there's no need to be that drastic. :) ]
but okay. at least they probably packed their stuff up earlier so they don't need to run around looking for everything. thorns still does not trust elysium at all. ]
thorns makes a face, but he settles in quietly after that. he does not think elysium will hand him the wheel unless he is falling asleep at the wheel but he will be on standby anyway.
although going quiet means he can now think of the dinner... and how awkward that was... dies ]
[ whatever!!! elysium has his audiobook for company; let him listen to the stormlight archives in peace even if he's too distracted by the disaster of a dinner replaying in his head. he wonders if this will make thorns spiral about their boundaries again… and if maybe he's not thinking hard enough about them himself?
either way, the car ride itself is hell, made slightly better by the emptier roads. what's much less peaceful is the group chat lighting up, everyone asking if thorns or elysium are angry, followed by apologies and claims that their hearts are in the right places. elysium… will do his best to ignore all of the vibrating… dissociates on the spot. ]
thorns just picks up his phone and types out that they should leave elysium alone because he doesn't have any romantic feelings for thorns. the problem with this response is that he is not denying feelings for elysium, so the group chat that doesn't have him in it immediately starts going crazy.
to the one with him, they just say they understand and will be more mindful (to his face). ]
[ literally anyone with eyes can see how wrong thorns is this is so distressing. the way i spent like five minutes deliberating who to yoink for this but assigns rafayel as one of the +1s who now have a vested interest in how this turns out…
i have no idea how to play rafayel except that he's a nosy binch. he personally texts thorns, clearly ready to take a page out of elysium's playbook and annoy this man into reluctant friendship just to dig up the truth i guess. ]
People really are bored these days…
[ all the notifications. wowie.
meanwhile my head swivels to all the gossip in office au. the way i fell off of tagging it but still follow it like it's my morning paper… ]
[ wrioha but they moved it to dana's musebox what a mood
also, is he just going to reject rafayel's friend request… or ignore it… that is not how you get annoying people to stop thorns has the biggest example of that right next to him. ]
I hope so… But I wouldn't be so sure about it, either.
[ he wants to argue against this just from reflex, but he also is aware he is not really in the position for that. it's thorns' fault they were even there in the first place.
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but at least he isn't that chatty so he just remains quiet as everyone eats. it is difficult to tell if he is bothered by anything because his expression is his default one where he just looks mad even when he's not. ]
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by the end, half his burger and a good portion of his side are still untouched. he'd told the others not to make it awkward, only to end up being the one who did between him and thorns. oops. ]
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once it's just him and elysium he peers at him. ]
Sorry.
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[ opposed to elysium who hides his caginess well… he sighs. ]
… Are you ready for the ride back?
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[ he won't be blamed for other people not being able to mind their business. ]
I can drive for the whole trip. You still look tired.
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[ 'at least' there is a double standard in every world and it's that thorns already does enough while elysium could do more. ]
We'll have to see if you'll even be awake.
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Whose fault is it that I wasn't on the drive here?
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This is why you shouldn't stay up so late.
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[ this is not a good way to convince someone to let you drive, but here we are anyway. ]
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he starts walking in the direction of their equivalent of a cvs. it is not the same direction as their hotel. ]
I'm going to find something to spike your drink with.
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I'll knock you out before you can do it to me.
[ questionable things for people to overhear. ]
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ok back to their hotel they go. he stupidly realises he has the keys anyway so there's no need to be that drastic. :) ]
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but okay. at least they probably packed their stuff up earlier so they don't need to run around looking for everything. thorns still does not trust elysium at all. ]
Hey.
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thorns sits in the passenger seat, radiating murder. he can still reach over and grab the wheel at any point of this drive. ]
Remember we live together.
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[ thorns is so funny that actually elicits a laugh. ]
Living happily is the best form of revenge. Now I really don't want to give up the wheel? Relax.
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[ he really isn't.
thorns makes a face, but he settles in quietly after that. he does not think elysium will hand him the wheel unless he is falling asleep at the wheel but he will be on standby anyway.
although going quiet means he can now think of the dinner... and how awkward that was... dies ]
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[ whatever!!! elysium has his audiobook for company; let him listen to the stormlight archives in peace even if he's too distracted by the disaster of a dinner replaying in his head. he wonders if this will make thorns spiral about their boundaries again… and if maybe he's not thinking hard enough about them himself?
either way, the car ride itself is hell, made slightly better by the emptier roads. what's much less peaceful is the group chat lighting up, everyone asking if thorns or elysium are angry, followed by apologies and claims that their hearts are in the right places. elysium… will do his best to ignore all of the vibrating… dissociates on the spot. ]
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thorns just picks up his phone and types out that they should leave elysium alone because he doesn't have any romantic feelings for thorns. the problem with this response is that he is not denying feelings for elysium, so the group chat that doesn't have him in it immediately starts going crazy.
to the one with him, they just say they understand and will be more mindful (to his face). ]
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i have no idea how to play rafayel except that he's a nosy binch. he personally texts thorns, clearly ready to take a page out of elysium's playbook and annoy this man into reluctant friendship just to dig up the truth i guess. ]
People really are bored these days…
[ all the notifications. wowie.
meanwhile my head swivels to all the gossip in office au. the way i fell off of tagging it but still follow it like it's my morning paper… ]
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but thorns is just ??? why is someone texting him personally he didn't go to this wedding to make friends. hello. ]
They'll move onto something else eventually.
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also, is he just going to reject rafayel's friend request… or ignore it… that is not how you get annoying people to stop thorns has the biggest example of that right next to him. ]
I hope so… But I wouldn't be so sure about it, either.
[ then, he kind of just sighs, like oh well. ]
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thorns glances over at him, not responding right away. eventually though, he will take the leap. ]
Sorry about all of that.
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[ he will not tell thorns not to worry about it because clearly he already is. so, instead, he'll try to make it as small of a deal as possible. ]
Just know you owe me another favour.
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