[ 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. ]
[ this is how elysium ends up clutching thorns' hands, pressing them tight against his chest. he's swaying as the world won't stop spinning, but they can ignore that.
the real crime? thorns doesn't even have the chemicals to knock him out. ]
I know you don't like talking about what's bothering you, but it's better than trying to pretend nothing's wrong! I know you!! If you hate me, just say it already!!!
that seems to take care of 90% of his worries because he will just keel over face first into thorns. this is what thorns' gym arc is for… to lug his useless sack of a roommate. thank you. ]
into elysium's room they go. thorns tucks him in again, and considers just leaving. but then he realizes that might not stop elysium just crawling out of bed again and they'll just have a repeat... so he slides into bed as well.
it's fine. he can just leave once elysium is in a deep enough sleep. ]
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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…?
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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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thorns slowly places his own hands over elysium's to try to pry them off of him. ]
No. You need to sleep now, you've had a long day.
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the real crime? thorns doesn't even have the chemicals to knock him out. ]
I know you don't like talking about what's bothering you, but it's better than trying to pretend nothing's wrong! I know you!! If you hate me, just say it already!!!
[ what did scien do to him ]
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for now, though, thorns just stands there, also wondering what did scien do to him. what is this. ]
I don't hate you. Do I need to go to bed with you?
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he just stares at thorns, hands trembling with thorns' still in his grip. ]
… Will you?
[ he sounds genuinely emotional. don't leave your besties with insane scientists next time, thorns. ]
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[ it seems like he has no other choice but to...?
he wonders if they can move or if he will have to pick elysium up again. ]
Let's go to your room.
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that seems to take care of 90% of his worries because he will just keel over face first into thorns. this is what thorns' gym arc is for… to lug his useless sack of a roommate. thank you. ]
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into elysium's room they go. thorns tucks him in again, and considers just leaving. but then he realizes that might not stop elysium just crawling out of bed again and they'll just have a repeat... so he slides into bed as well.
it's fine. he can just leave once elysium is in a deep enough sleep. ]
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