[ unfortunately, no one in lads is even remotely thorns-adjacent enough for elysium to consider them dateable. which is why he and you can shake hands on not playing it. ]
You'll get your bandage wet. [ absolutely not. ] If you really want to be useful, how about vacuuming and wiping the counters?
[ does thorns want elysium to sit in his lap is that what's happening here i'm surprised the couch hasn't left permanent scarring
but then he won't be able to see the tv… struggles of being the shorter guy. assuming thorns finishes up first, he just heads over to the couch and drops into his assigned square with drinks for the both of them, wahoo. what're they watching. ]
but he is offended at the idea that he can't do it on his own? yes he horribly messed up before but that was just one time, he will definitely get it right next time. ]
as much as elysium's heart nearly skips at hearing that thorns wants to make something for him, he very quickly remembers he just cooked them dinner. that's probably what thorns means by it, right? he wants to repay the favour?
his hands subconsciously move to his chest to rub… there is no escaping the unintentional rizz. cursed. ]
You can make it when you have time… rather, would you want to try making something together?
[ inspired by the show. maybe. he is sooooo convinced that thorns can no longer be trusted in the kitchen alone; he should at least be there to supervise. ]
Half and half. [ agrees. ] No participation awards!
[ hovering annoyingly does not count for actual work so in the case for things he has no direct involvement in he thinks this might be fine? he'll save both their tastebuds and stomachs?
he's feeling good enough about himself to think he's earned a treat, so he leans over thorns to snag a bag of snacks lying nearby. in the process, his hair brushes lightly against the side of thorns' face. ]
What else would you want to make? Or are you that sold on flan?
[ they are so close... it's funny that at the wedding they were literally all over each other and now here they are trying to give respectable distance. the power of alcohol is so great.
it takes thorns several seconds too long to answer. ]
[ the technical rounds are always nerve-wracking… the specifications look complicated, maybe even overblown, but when he pulls up other recipes on his phone, it doesn't seem that bad? in an ideal world thorns would be handling as little as possible which means elysium would want to get a pre-made tart ring, but realistically that'll just leave them with doing the filling and considering how fussy thorns had been earlier, he's not convinced that'll go over well.
how does he instill so much mistrust for what's essentially edible chemistry…
but this is literally the first thing they're making, and giving in to temptation this quickly feels like jumping the gun… even if the sample looks good. he has to be pragmatic and keep expectations low!! ]
Let's see how many episodes we get through and rank our options?
[ says this like they aren't going to get increasingly complex ]
there is a pause, and then he scoots slightly closer to elysium; it really is a difference of an inch or two which can mean nothing? people change their sitting positions all the time and it means nothing. ]
We should have also made popcorn...
[ except then elysium would face the same dilemma he did at the movie theater, the hand touching... the idea of having separate popcorn bowls at home is funny. ]
[ okay well there's pretty good justification for this in that elysium's holding a bag of chips. he assumes thorns wants some too, so he casually scoots the rest of the way over until they're side by side, holding the open bag out toward him. it's no leaning like he had been with alh*itham, but he is a lot closer than he needs to be which
is not something he really thinks about as someone who likes being close to people. ]
I can make it while there's nothing really going on. [ the judging part is where it's at. ] Want me to?
[ he has gotten slightly more normal (read: delusional) since their movie theatre not date so if they touch hands? he will just be like thorns thinks nothing of it so i will!! too!!!!!!!!! ]
thorns will go and grab some chips, which is definitely a thing that he wanted and the reason he moved over. totally. granted, it's better for him if elysium gets the wrong idea. thorns isn't trying to date him, but the small moments of closeness with him is still very... nice.
but the very last thing he wants to do is ruin it and make things weird, so only this is fine. ]
[ this is such whipped behaviour. thorns wants popcorn, so he goes to make popcorn. while he's away, he does leave his phone behind which conveniently lights up with other message notification. if thorns is looking, he'll notice it's from… a guy named scien?
he's probably just as prolific in the chemistry department for reasons similar as thorns. he's fucking crazy. the message reads something about meeting at the lab at 5am… okay… elysium is not a science major so ?
but he eventually comes back, returning to the same spot on the couch which is directly right next to thorns. hi. ]
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You'll get your bandage wet. [ absolutely not. ] If you really want to be useful, how about vacuuming and wiping the counters?
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[ begrudgingly agrees even though it's still a task, but it does not feel like enough.
he'll make up for it later. ]
What are you doing for the rest of the night?
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I haven't thought that far. I could pick at some of my assignments… but I'm not feeling it.
[ hmm ]
You?
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he glances over at the couch. ]
Want to just watch TV?
[ n*tflix and chill...? ]
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[ does thorns want elysium to sit in his lap is that what's happening here i'm surprised the couch hasn't left permanent scarring
but then he won't be able to see the tv… struggles of being the shorter guy. assuming thorns finishes up first, he just heads over to the couch and drops into his assigned square with drinks for the both of them, wahoo. what're they watching. ]
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he has settled on the british bake-off because he couldn't decide on anything else. he takes his drink... ]
You can pick something else.
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but this is a surprisingly cute choice… it's also such a chill date night choice. he glances over to thorns. ]
Since when were you interested in this kind of stuff?
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[ it is such a simple answer but it's so much easier to pick based on what elysium might enjoy.
it's okay there is some space between them so it's platonic. ]
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You sure this isn't a psyop to get me to buy us sweets?
[ he pauses. then stares at thorns. ]
Did you want more flan.
[ after that one bout of insanity he may or may not think thorns has a secret obsession with it. ]
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[ please do not say yes to this.
but he is offended at the idea that he can't do it on his own? yes he horribly messed up before but that was just one time, he will definitely get it right next time. ]
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[ too late. ]
But the flan I got you—wasn't it something else? People wait in lines for it.
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[ he stares at the screen as the show introduces the season's contestants. ]
I can still make one for you.
[ okay. ]
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elysium starts to feel maybe a little queasy. ]
If we're only having one or two servings, we can just buy it. Especially with how busy you've been recently—I'd feel bad.
[ prue save him ]
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he sighs. ]
I wanted to make it for you... but we can buy it.
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as much as elysium's heart nearly skips at hearing that thorns wants to make something for him, he very quickly remembers he just cooked them dinner. that's probably what thorns means by it, right? he wants to repay the favour?
his hands subconsciously move to his chest to rub… there is no escaping the unintentional rizz. cursed. ]
You can make it when you have time… rather, would you want to try making something together?
[ inspired by the show. maybe. he is sooooo convinced that thorns can no longer be trusted in the kitchen alone; he should at least be there to supervise. ]
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but he considers the proposal before nodding slowly. ]
I have to do most of it though.
[ no regulating thorns to tiny tasks. ]
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elysium's face scrunches. ]
We can't split it in half?
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eventually, thorns just sighs. ]
Half and half.
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[ hovering annoyingly does not count for actual work so in the case for things he has no direct involvement in he thinks this might be fine? he'll save both their tastebuds and stomachs?
he's feeling good enough about himself to think he's earned a treat, so he leans over thorns to snag a bag of snacks lying nearby. in the process, his hair brushes lightly against the side of thorns' face. ]
What else would you want to make? Or are you that sold on flan?
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it takes thorns several seconds too long to answer. ]
Is there anything you want to make?
[ they are making tarts on the show. ]
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how does he instill so much mistrust for what's essentially edible chemistry…
but this is literally the first thing they're making, and giving in to temptation this quickly feels like jumping the gun… even if the sample looks good. he has to be pragmatic and keep expectations low!! ]
Let's see how many episodes we get through and rank our options?
[ says this like they aren't going to get increasingly complex ]
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there is a pause, and then he scoots slightly closer to elysium; it really is a difference of an inch or two which can mean nothing? people change their sitting positions all the time and it means nothing. ]
We should have also made popcorn...
[ except then elysium would face the same dilemma he did at the movie theater, the hand touching... the idea of having separate popcorn bowls at home is funny. ]
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is not something he really thinks about as someone who likes being close to people. ]
I can make it while there's nothing really going on. [ the judging part is where it's at. ] Want me to?
[ he has gotten slightly more normal (read: delusional) since their movie theatre not date so if they touch hands? he will just be like thorns thinks nothing of it so i will!! too!!!!!!!!! ]
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thorns will go and grab some chips, which is definitely a thing that he wanted and the reason he moved over. totally. granted, it's better for him if elysium gets the wrong idea. thorns isn't trying to date him, but the small moments of closeness with him is still very... nice.
but the very last thing he wants to do is ruin it and make things weird, so only this is fine. ]
... Sure. Especially if we'll be here a while.
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he's probably just as prolific in the chemistry department for reasons similar as thorns. he's fucking crazy. the message reads something about meeting at the lab at 5am… okay… elysium is not a science major so ?
but he eventually comes back, returning to the same spot on the couch which is directly right next to thorns. hi. ]
Did I miss anything?
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