also the difference here is that thorns is unwilling to date him(?). the more he thinks about it the weirder thorns taking him on a date despite that is, so it's a good thing being in a lab with scien is literally hell.
if thorns does not stage an intervention he is not getting back until midnight in which he collapses at their doorway face first. okay. ]
[ why would he interrupt their date? if elysium needed help he should escape or ask for it, otherwise thorns might be interrupting what may be him having the time of his life?
but thorns is watching tv when he hears the thud. he gets up and just
[ the way their date is already starting out on the wrong foot here and they're not even on it yet. if anything convinces thorns they weren't meant to be together it may be this? ]
thorns sighs, and then lean down so he can pry elysium's hand off of him. but he will go to grab some water and painkillers, kneeling down once he returns so he is closer to elysium's level. ]
he does feel hot to touch. he instinctively leans into thorns' hand… if he decides to feel his pulse, it's also abnormally quick. maybe he's going to explode for real? fun! ]
If I'm still dying tomorrow, I'd hope you'd call an ambulance instead of trying to make sense out of a guy on his deathbed.
[ if they do not go on the date, elysium will die. if they do go on the date, elysium will die. so basically, elysium dies either way so they might as well go. this is perfect logic. ]
Nooooo… but the ground's so cool, Thorns…
[ he can protest all he wants, but at the end of the day he's still pretty much a ragdoll in thorns' hands. ]
[ thorns ignores him and takes him to elysium's room. he will remove any clothing that's extra, like his shoes and if he's wearing a jacket, and then tuck him into bed. he should probably shower if he was in a lab all day but he feels like elysium might actually pathetically fight him on that one, so he'll save it for the morning. ]
too bad elysium isn't appreciating it properly because he can, actually, go somewhere! from the other side of the apartment thorns will hear a loud thump.
the intent is to grab thorns by the shoulders. reality: his hands end up fisted dramatically at his chest instead. ]
Are you going to ghost me?
[ is that why he wants to make it tomorrow? he's going to wake up and thorns will be missing? his bags and everything else gone? can't believe thorns is about to drag up his drama like this. unbelievable. ]
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also the difference here is that thorns is unwilling to date him(?). the more he thinks about it the weirder thorns taking him on a date despite that is, so it's a good thing being in a lab with scien is literally hell.
if thorns does not stage an intervention he is not getting back until midnight in which he collapses at their doorway face first. okay. ]
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but thorns is watching tv when he hears the thud. he gets up and just
drags elysium the rest of the way inside. ]
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He wants me back tomorrow…
[ the face and voice of a man who had the time of his life. yes ]
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he pauses, peering down at him questioning. ]
What did you tell him?
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Do you think he's figured out how to read minds? Before I even answered he said he knew where I lived.
[ … ]
He's pretty intense…
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So, your cancelling our date.
[ it's not even a real date and he's offended. FOR SCIEN???? at least bail on him for someone better. ]
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What do you think'll happen if I don't show up? He almost didn't let me come back…
[ AND NOT EVEN IN THE SEXY WAY!!!!!! he does sound distressed so. there is that. ]
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[ just walk out!!!
but he sighs, since it's really not any of his business with elysium does, and he isn't actually asking thorns to interfere here. ]
Want me to take you to your room?
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this is unhinged. ]
Can I say you poached me.
[ spoken like he's just come up with a genius idea ]
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[ COWARD
thorns sighs. ]
Yeah, sure.
[ he is not scared of scien because to him he is just another person who hogs the good lab equipment ]
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[ shamelessly. ]
We can go on our date…
[ he's about to show up like an anastasio jumpscare ]
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... Right. Well. See you tomorrow.
[ he just tries to leave to his room ]
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also? his hand is still around thorns' ankle. ]
I don't need help getting back to my room, [ ok ] but can you grab me painkillers and water…?
[ WHAT HAPPENED ]
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okay.
thorns sighs, and then lean down so he can pry elysium's hand off of him. but he will go to grab some water and painkillers, kneeling down once he returns so he is closer to elysium's level. ]
He really killed you.
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he will gratefully accept the drugs, though. ]
I might throw up if I get up so you can just leave me here…
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[ he is so disappointed?
thorns reaches over so he can place a hand on elysium's forehead, checking for a temperature in case he's sick? ]
If you still feel bad in the morning, I'll need you to give me a summary of what you did together to make sure you're not dying.
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he does feel hot to touch. he instinctively leans into thorns' hand… if he decides to feel his pulse, it's also abnormally quick. maybe he's going to explode for real? fun! ]
If I'm still dying tomorrow, I'd hope you'd call an ambulance instead of trying to make sense out of a guy on his deathbed.
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I'm going to pick you up. It's fine if you throw up on me.
[ and with that he will attempt to scoop elysium up so he can bring him to bed. ]
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Nooooo… but the ground's so cool, Thorns…
[ he can protest all he wants, but at the end of the day he's still pretty much a ragdoll in thorns' hands. ]
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I'm going to go get a washcloth. Stay here.
[ as if he can go anywhere ]
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too bad elysium isn't appreciating it properly because he can, actually, go somewhere! from the other side of the apartment thorns will hear a loud thump.
he ends up on the floor… ]
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thorns just goes over to see what just happened. hello. he stares at elysium's dead body. ]
Why did you get up.
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[ it's been two minutes
his brain… it's cooked! ]
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well, that's a later problem. ]
That's tomorrow. You need to go to sleep so tomorrow can happen.
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the intent is to grab thorns by the shoulders. reality: his hands end up fisted dramatically at his chest instead. ]
Are you going to ghost me?
[ is that why he wants to make it tomorrow? he's going to wake up and thorns will be missing? his bags and everything else gone? can't believe thorns is about to drag up his drama like this. unbelievable. ]
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