[ 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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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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but hmm. what didn't seem right? the timing? was he not into it? this still doesn't answer so many questions. does elysium still like him? ]
Oh. Well. There's always next time...?
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[ a faraway look crosses expression before he physically shakes it out. ]
Well, I doubt it. But there'll probably be trouble down the line. I'm thinking it's probably better to just meet someone new entirely.
[ ALREADY ]
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thorns nods his head. ]
Remember to invite me to the wedding.
[ he just skips the entire dating process. ]
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Of course. Your one word speech's gonna be one for the books.
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No avoiding me. For real. If something bothers you, you have to tell me.
[ what kind of best man would they be to each other if they can't talk about!! the small stuff!!!!! ]
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