[ he's done nothing except exactly what he said he was going to do.
meanwhile, thorns gets to contemplate the increased expendable income he can now funnel into his alcohol problem… wow.
the catch to all of this, of course, is that actively trying to date other people seriously diminishes the time he can spend with thorns between school, extracurriculars, and whatever else he gets up to but never mentions. it's such a far cry from kitten. a week in, he hasn't actually asked anyone out yet; he's testing the waters and going hmmm still on the high of believing he can get out of his years long rut.
the way they probably haven't acknowledged each other's existence. it's kind of funny witnessing two introverts from the sidelines. still, i guess thorns can have his nightmare scenario. he can eventually come home to them watching a documentary, elysium just
thorns pauses when he sees this, like he is trying very hard to process what he's witnessing, and then he just makes a beeline for his room.
listen at least when elysium was pining he never got to witness thorns sitting on someone's lap. this is hell. he closes his door quietly behind him and decides to crawl into bed at 6pm because it's how he is coping. ]
[ okay if he caught thorns in someone's lap he would at least realise how little of a chance he has and eventually come to terms with it. maybe.
but what happens immediately after is elysium crawling out of his lap like, 'that was weird, let's never do that again,' while alhaitham only grunts in apparent agreement. the realisation hits: dating your friends is kind of hard, isn't it…
guy who has very little practical dating experience because he spent so much of his youth PINING with one or two casual flings just to see if they would fix him. they did not.
[ he opens an eye when his voice vibrates and waits to see if it does it again. this is literally how he judges if it's someone from the wedding bothering him or not, how often they text in one go.
eventually, he grabs his phone. ]
I'll pass.
[ has he eaten? no. but he is not going back out there!!! ]
[ why is he sneaking around in his own place. everywhere he goes, things have been used in sets of twos… there are two cups on the table, two plates that presumably had snacks on them. even if thorns is avoiding them personally, there's no avoiding the evidence.
this is so sad. ]
How are the hours? It feels like we haven't had the chance to hang out recently.
although normal feels like it's kind of going back to how it was when they first started living with each other, when they kept their interactions rather minimal. it's the weird feeling of wanting to give them space and not sure what is considered to much space.
but he's also concerned that being around them too much would give his displeasure away; thorns is not a good liar, after all. ]
They're fine. Not too bad. I started to go to fencing practice more often too. I guess it's making our schedules not align.
does not respond, tossing his phone elsewhere on his bed. did he make oup with his roommate or is he moving back because they think thorns is being a massive bitch? and does this mean elysium now thinks thorns doesn't want anyone in the apartment? since the problem is very specific and one thorns can never admit to.
[ he doesn't expect thorns to respond to the call-out so that's okay… if anything, it more or less confirms his suspicion for the wrong reason. if he's bothered by anything, it's that he had to figure it out himself?
stupid. but he gets back, cleans up. takeout is in the fridge. he decides not to poke the hornet's nest and minds his own business in his room. so, if thorns wants to scurry like a rat for his food then elysium won't be around to judge him for it.
is thorns going to avoid him the next day or what. ]
[ he won't, but he isn't actively seeking him out.
it's just kind of awkward... he is staring at the fridge and wondering if he should go to the library so it's not like he is holed up in his room again... ]
[ okay well they both had the same idea so elysium's hand is just on thorns' now. he's keeping it there until he's absolutely certain this orange juice will not meet an untimely death. ]
What am I, a ghost?
[ he has no one to blame but himself ]
That was a pretty dramatic reaction, even after everything considered.
You avoiding me must've been my imagination, then. [ not a question, not an accusation. he slings an arm around thorns' shoulders. ] So it's fine if we have dinner together?
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meanwhile, thorns gets to contemplate the increased expendable income he can now funnel into his alcohol problem… wow.
the catch to all of this, of course, is that actively trying to date other people seriously diminishes the time he can spend with thorns between school, extracurriculars, and whatever else he gets up to but never mentions. it's such a far cry from kitten. a week in, he hasn't actually asked anyone out yet; he's testing the waters and going hmmm still on the high of believing he can get out of his years long rut.
the way they probably haven't acknowledged each other's existence. it's kind of funny witnessing two introverts from the sidelines. still, i guess thorns can have his nightmare scenario. he can eventually come home to them watching a documentary, elysium just
in this guy's lap???? okay. ]
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thorns pauses when he sees this, like he is trying very hard to process what he's witnessing, and then he just makes a beeline for his room.
listen at least when elysium was pining he never got to witness thorns sitting on someone's lap. this is hell. he closes his door quietly behind him and decides to crawl into bed at 6pm because it's how he is coping. ]
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but what happens immediately after is elysium crawling out of his lap like, 'that was weird, let's never do that again,' while alhaitham only grunts in apparent agreement. the realisation hits: dating your friends is kind of hard, isn't it…
guy who has very little practical dating experience because he spent so much of his youth PINING with one or two casual flings just to see if they would fix him. they did not.
hmmmmmmmmmm
ten minutes later: ]
Do you want dinner?
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eventually, he grabs his phone. ]
I'll pass.
[ has he eaten? no. but he is not going back out there!!! ]
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You already ate?
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Not hungry.
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[ there's the sound of shuffling and people leaving the apartment… thorns is safe to emerge from his cave…
a few more minutes later: ]
I heard you took up the modeling job?
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he will sneak out of his room so he can shower. why is he sneaking in his own place. ]
Yeah.
Needed the money.
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this is so sad. ]
How are the hours? It feels like we haven't had the chance to hang out recently.
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although normal feels like it's kind of going back to how it was when they first started living with each other, when they kept their interactions rather minimal. it's the weird feeling of wanting to give them space and not sure what is considered to much space.
but he's also concerned that being around them too much would give his displeasure away; thorns is not a good liar, after all. ]
They're fine. Not too bad.
I started to go to fencing practice more often too.
I guess it's making our schedules not align.
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well, there's another half hour before he's able to respond again. ]
You didn't actually like having another person at our place, right?
I'm just helping him move his stuff back before I get food. You can stop holing yourself up now, bro.
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does not respond, tossing his phone elsewhere on his bed. did he make oup with his roommate or is he moving back because they think thorns is being a massive bitch? and does this mean elysium now thinks thorns doesn't want anyone in the apartment? since the problem is very specific and one thorns can never admit to.
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whatever he's going to sleep ]
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stupid. but he gets back, cleans up. takeout is in the fridge. he decides not to poke the hornet's nest and minds his own business in his room. so, if thorns wants to scurry like a rat for his food then elysium won't be around to judge him for it.
is thorns going to avoid him the next day or what. ]
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it's just kind of awkward... he is staring at the fridge and wondering if he should go to the library so it's not like he is holed up in his room again... ]
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Hey.
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Jesus!
[ his blood pressure.... ]
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What am I, a ghost?
[ he has no one to blame but himself ]
That was a pretty dramatic reaction, even after everything considered.
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[ he is allowed to get jumpscared!!!!
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Do you need the fridge?
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[ it's worse. ]
I wanted to talk. Judging by how you were staring into space, I'm guessing you have time?
[ corners. ]
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he carefully moves his hand so he can put the juice away and close the fridge. ]
Sure. [ ... ]
What's up?
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but he'll retract his hand easily enough, shoving it into a pocket. ]
I put you in an uncomfortable situation. Sorry.
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[ which is true, he did not mind that part specifically.
elysium sitting in another man's lap is just permanently etched into his brain now, which is a problem. ]
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You avoiding me must've been my imagination, then. [ not a question, not an accusation. he slings an arm around thorns' shoulders. ] So it's fine if we have dinner together?
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[ he does not move away from him.
and then he finally just decides it's safe enough to ask, ]
Are you two dating or something?
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he shoots thorns a look of surprise before his expression shifts into something closer to embarrassment. ]
I though about asking him out, but it didn't seem right.
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