You should've said something earlier. [ the view SUCKS!!! ] Mm. My bad…
[ okay. well. unless thorns offers more context, he'll just assume this is a moment thorns needs to himself for whatever reason. he won't ask—he isn't sure if thorns would even want him to—so he simply leans back and waits, making it obvious that he is, hands folded on his lap. ]
[ he actually looks back into the car like he's waiting for elysium to join him. but then he doesn't, so he just turns his attention back to these ugly bushes and a trash can. nature is so beautiful.
[ again, thorns could've said something earlier. what the hell.
nonetheless, the glance back is enough to tip him off…… and with a sigh only he can hear, he slips out of the car and falls in beside thorns, nudging him lightly with his elbow before his hands are going back into his pockets. ]
[ trails off. plays it completely totally natural despite remembering full well how he'd left that conversation. him and his stupid baka life in this universe and every single one he's a part of. ]
—Oh. Right. I just didn't want to feel like you were put on the spot, that's all. Uh.
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Do you want to have this conversation here? You don't want to have it at home instead? Somewhere nicer?
[ the rat eventually starts trying to knock the entire trash can over but it's 100x its size. it's almost inspiring how it keeps tapping its paws against it. wow. ]
elysium drags thorns back a second time. their scenery can now be elysium's far which may somehow be an improvement over what they were staring at before. the rat circles the car…
it smells their snacks. ]
You don't sound like you're done.
[ if he has to be mortified so does thorns. cough up. ]
[ if they do not do something about this rodent it will chew through his tires. stop. and if that's not enough it'll set its sights on thorns' chemicals and keel over. no one wants this. ]
… You wanted to make this about me this entire time? Wooow. I didn't know you had that kind of interest.
[ he's very evidently saying this in jest. ]
Well, it's not like I don't get it. It's always easier to make things about someone else. When you're a hot guy, people start paying all kinds of attention. It's fine to look, you know? Looking's free.
… I just don't think it's that important. I really don't have that much going on to have anything to talk about.
No, I just wanted to ask because I don't talk about myself that often. But I think the reasons are different.
[ he just wanted to confirm that, if possible. but thorns simply is not great at the steps needed in order to get close to someone, especially since he's completely disinterested in things like small talk. most activities you can do with others thorns believes would be more effiecient if he did it alone. think of all the money they could save in groceries...
but then there's elysium, who is different from him in so many ways, but they have surprising similarities. ]
[ truly, the money saved on them buying things in bulk at costco is promptly wasted on the other stupid stuff elysium refuses to take out of their cart…
he peeks over towards thorns from the corner of his eye. ]
I don't know if it's really something like just having one reason. I just find people complicated and difficult to get along with, since they tend to want me to act in specific ways that I don't.
[ is there an equivalent to becoming a pirate in a modern au to get character development ]
[ he takes a gap year and in that time decides to become a doctor without borders i don't know
anyway, he isn't particularly surprised by the answer, but it's still nice to get thorns' honesty. instead of just staring at the car, he leans against it, watching the traffic go by. this is a subjective improvement over trash. ]
Meanwhile, you have no problem acting however you want around me.
[ he crosses his arms loosely. ]
It might be easier, but… there's no one out there who likes being alone. [ … ] I probably left you messed up for a while, didn't I? And then I just came back, acting like nothing had ever happened…
[ he's really just thorns' inverse, becoming increasingly more bristled. ]
That's not the same as hearing it from me, and you know it. Just let me take my share of accountability for it, man.
[ and by 'share,' he means the whole thing, but it's fine. thorns has already called him out on enough, he can leave this alone? he shifts in place again. ]
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[ okay. well. unless thorns offers more context, he'll just assume this is a moment thorns needs to himself for whatever reason. he won't ask—he isn't sure if thorns would even want him to—so he simply leans back and waits, making it obvious that he is, hands folded on his lap. ]
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life is truly hell. ]
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nonetheless, the glance back is enough to tip him off…… and with a sigh only he can hear, he slips out of the car and falls in beside thorns, nudging him lightly with his elbow before his hands are going back into his pockets. ]
What's this about?
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[ so instead of looking at the beautiful ocean they can look at this. it will give the same emotions. ]
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Did I?
[ he did… ]
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[ he will just call him out on it. ]
It's fine if you didn't want to talk about that anymore. But you were just criticizing me for rushing through things.
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What were we talking about again…?
[ trails off. plays it completely totally natural despite remembering full well how he'd left that conversation. him and his stupid baka life in this universe and every single one he's a part of. ]
—Oh. Right. I just didn't want to feel like you were put on the spot, that's all. Uh.
[ uhhhhhhhh ]
Do you want to have this conversation here? You don't want to have it at home instead? Somewhere nicer?
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[ it's really not.
... no, it's all weird now. thorns sighs, before reaching over to lightly punch elysium on the shoulder. ]
It's fine. Let's head back.
[ he will move to open the door and get back into the car. ]
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Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hold on just a sec—! This seems important to you? I was just kidding around. We can talk.
[ with this rat as their witness… ]
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thorns frowns, although whether it's because of the rodent or the current situation it is difficult to tell. ]
I just don't know why you thought I wasn't going to share anything.
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I didn't think you'd tell me off, but after hearing what I said aloud it was kind of embarrassing…
[ not the foot in mouth ]
Like I said, we don't normally talk about this stuff.
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[ so it has to be important to him?
he doesn't comment on the shiftiness but he is noticing it. the rat is sniffing the ground for some snackies. ]
I didn't want you to think I didn't appreciate you saying that.
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Oh. Well. It's no problem… New month new me.
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thorns clears his throat and just nods ]
Right. Let's go back...
[ he tries again to enter the car... the rat moves like it is joining them. ]
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elysium drags thorns back a second time. their scenery can now be elysium's far which may somehow be an improvement over what they were staring at before. the rat circles the car…
it smells their snacks. ]
You don't sound like you're done.
[ if he has to be mortified so does thorns. cough up. ]
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but okay. thorns doesn't even think elysium was fully done with what he was saying before, but he will work with this. ]
Why aren't you more open with others?
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… You wanted to make this about me this entire time? Wooow. I didn't know you had that kind of interest.
[ he's very evidently saying this in jest. ]
Well, it's not like I don't get it. It's always easier to make things about someone else. When you're a hot guy, people start paying all kinds of attention. It's fine to look, you know? Looking's free.
… I just don't think it's that important. I really don't have that much going on to have anything to talk about.
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[ he just wanted to confirm that, if possible. but thorns simply is not great at the steps needed in order to get close to someone, especially since he's completely disinterested in things like small talk. most activities you can do with others thorns believes would be more effiecient if he did it alone. think of all the money they could save in groceries...
but then there's elysium, who is different from him in so many ways, but they have surprising similarities. ]
I wanted to understand it.
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he peeks over towards thorns from the corner of his eye. ]
What's your reason?
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[ is there an equivalent to becoming a pirate in a modern au to get character development ]
It's easier to just deal with things my way.
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anyway, he isn't particularly surprised by the answer, but it's still nice to get thorns' honesty. instead of just staring at the car, he leans against it, watching the traffic go by. this is a subjective improvement over trash. ]
Meanwhile, you have no problem acting however you want around me.
[ he crosses his arms loosely. ]
It might be easier, but… there's no one out there who likes being alone. [ … ] I probably left you messed up for a while, didn't I? And then I just came back, acting like nothing had ever happened…
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he raises a brow at the statement though, before letting out a small huff of a laugh. ]
Of course you'd be worried about how I felt when you had it worse.
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What do you mean, worse? [ what's so amusing about this!! he scowls. ] I could've at least said something to you.
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that just amuses him a little more actually. sorry. ]
You did. I tried asking someone once if I did something, and I was just told you needed space.
[ he gave him so much space they never spoke again. ]
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That's not the same as hearing it from me, and you know it. Just let me take my share of accountability for it, man.
[ and by 'share,' he means the whole thing, but it's fine. thorns has already called him out on enough, he can leave this alone? he shifts in place again. ]
Was there anything else you wanted cleared up?
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