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. ]
[ tears up in this conversation being awkward on more than one level. first, because it drags up the memory of rejection; second, because he can't exactly fault thorns for it. if someone disappeared from his life, he'd probably just move on too.
being clingy isn't cool, right? there are always more people out there to meet; people separate and grow out of each other all the time. and yet, that's exactly why it doesn't sit right with him—why it gnaws at him that both he and thorns let them drift apart. it wasn't just any friendship; on some level, he did want to know how much it really mattered.
considering it's thorns, it is a flawed metric to begin with—he's too kind to ever impose. ]
Love is… wanting to chase someone, I think. But also not wanting to smother them.
he tries to move again, and gestures to the interior of the car. ]
Let's go home.
[ it might be enough for tonight, and thorns isn't sure what else they might be able to talk about in earnest right now. or if ever. but thorns probably should have just let the topic just end when it did. ]
[ what wouldn't thorns tolerate? that's the real problem. still, he's right; it's getting late. his laugh punctuates the thought before he clicks the car open. ]
Don't think I've forgotten about the review you were supposed to give me.
[ how was it as a hangout… their platonic night ride ]
whatever disbelief he wants to express at this is promptly discarded when the rat crawls in by the passenger side. it sniffs thorns' shoe. sniiiiiiiiff.
thorns will just try to shoo the rat out of the door? he unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over elysium to try to get it out from his side. this is so stupid. ]
[ he's a sheltered kid who never ran away from home thorns probably has to kill all the c*ckroaches and sp*ders that show up too
thorns, being the closest thing he has to physical and moral support is an unfortunate casualty of elysium's weenieisms. he ends up clinging onto him, making this infinitely harder for them both, all while making this a bigger deal than it has to be by whimpering into thorns' ear. this is the least fine he's been!!!!!!! goodbye!!!!!!!!!! ]
[ this is bbbb behavior but he is not a bbbb in this timeline.
but it is indeed so much harder to take care of this while elysium is clutching him. if anyone were to pass by and glance through their window, it would appear as if they were messing around, yet in reality it is so much worse than that. at the very least, the rat does end up hopping out because all of the commotion that elysium is making is freaking it out. ]
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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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[ it just didn't feel right to leave it all untouched.
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he glances over at him. ]
Did you have any other best friends?
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[ he glances back and kicks thorns' foot. don't be ridiculous. ]
What do you think?
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he kicks him back. this is love. ]
I think you're too high maintenance for most people.
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he arches a brow. the temptation to kick thorns again is high. ]
Sooooo high maintenance that you don't have time for other people, huh? Is that what you want to say?
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[ he says this when elysium is the one who makes all the meals
it's fine ]
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he's just going to call this out. ]
And when's the last time you did that…?
[ he is not letting thorns revise history, hello. the reason they're out is because he kept avoiding him??? ]
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[ he pointed out that elysium had less food than thorns did, wow.
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I just thought that if you were going to leave me that you'd have a good reason for it. That's all.
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[ tears up in this conversation being awkward on more than one level. first, because it drags up the memory of rejection; second, because he can't exactly fault thorns for it. if someone disappeared from his life, he'd probably just move on too.
being clingy isn't cool, right? there are always more people out there to meet; people separate and grow out of each other all the time. and yet, that's exactly why it doesn't sit right with him—why it gnaws at him that both he and thorns let them drift apart. it wasn't just any friendship; on some level, he did want to know how much it really mattered.
considering it's thorns, it is a flawed metric to begin with—he's too kind to ever impose. ]
Love is… wanting to chase someone, I think. But also not wanting to smother them.
I didn't want to suffocate you.
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he tries to move again, and gestures to the interior of the car. ]
Let's go home.
[ it might be enough for tonight, and thorns isn't sure what else they might be able to talk about in earnest right now. or if ever. but thorns probably should have just let the topic just end when it did. ]
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[ what wouldn't thorns tolerate? that's the real problem. still, he's right; it's getting late. his laugh punctuates the thought before he clicks the car open. ]
Don't think I've forgotten about the review you were supposed to give me.
[ how was it as a hangout… their platonic night ride ]
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but thorns slides into his seat, taking his time to put his seatbelt on and get settled. ]
Mm. You did spend half of it with a rat, so I don't' know.
[ that was his fault. ]
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whatever disbelief he wants to express at this is promptly discarded when the rat crawls in by the passenger side. it sniffs thorns' shoe. sniiiiiiiiff.
what the fuck! ]
You're taking care of that.
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[ whoa... is this true love? true rat love?
thorns makes no move to try to get rid of the rat because he doesn't believe this is his problem. ]
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[ idk it looks like it's into thorns' feet? it sniffs his other foot. ]
We're not taking that back with us.
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wiggles out of his grip and leaps into elysium's side.
his mess now. ]
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as much as he knows this rat exists, he freaks out with a yelp and a start, hitting his head on the ceiling, thereby freaking out the rat in turn.
it probably decides it wants nothing to do with both of them. ]
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thorns will just try to shoo the rat out of the door? he unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over elysium to try to get it out from his side. this is so stupid. ]
Wow...
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thorns, being the closest thing he has to physical and moral support is an unfortunate casualty of elysium's weenieisms. he ends up clinging onto him, making this infinitely harder for them both, all while making this a bigger deal than it has to be by whimpering into thorns' ear. this is the least fine he's been!!!!!!! goodbye!!!!!!!!!! ]
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but it is indeed so much harder to take care of this while elysium is clutching him. if anyone were to pass by and glance through their window, it would appear as if they were messing around, yet in reality it is so much worse than that. at the very least, the rat does end up hopping out because all of the commotion that elysium is making is freaking it out. ]
It's gone.
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