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. ]
[ help. well it feels awkward to leave after that.
thorns will just check elysium's temperature again... if he feels warm he will get up, but it's only to get a washcloth to place over his forehead. he sits back down on the bed to watch him, which is a very non-gay activity to do. ]
[ the working story is that scien made him drink a bunch of his samples. he'd tested them all on himself, but his tolerance makes it a little difficult to record what the results might be on regular people?
elysium technically should be recording how he feels but that's something he can be yelled at for later or never. he is also conveniently busy with another very non-gay activity, and that is lightly grabbing onto thorns' sleeve when he returns. he can still easily shrug him off, but his expression does look slightly less tense when this happens… thorns' move… ]
he scoots closer, still giving them enough space that elysium will hopefully not freak out if he wakes up and sees this, but close enough that he can grab onto thorns more comfortably if needed.
[ sometime in the middle of the night, elysium tucks thorns under his blanket and curls against him like one might an oversized stuffed toy.
he is soooooo exhausted he can't even be the annoying roommate he is at the light of dawn. instead, his phone vibrates angrily once. twice. scien wants his report? that was the condition for his release, hello.
[ those were important samples??? scien would shake if he were the type to shake. but he just sends one last text before he goes silent… he is presumably on his way…
elysium is not any closer to waking up than he was half an hour ago. ]
because thorns just stays with him, the most movement he makes being to just check his temperature and to see if he is clammy or any other obvious signs of sick. ]
[ hmmm. this is why he shouldn't have escaped containment. scien seems to pause at this and sighs. he only comments that elysium was stupidly adamant on making it back to his apartment before proceeding to rattle out a series of various chemicals.
presumably, it's the medicine? antidote? who the hell knows. but it's up to thorns to formulate it if he even can—scien is gone the next second. wow. ]
he goes to his room and comes back to shove the bird plushie into elysium's arms, and then he leaves a note saying he'll be right back just in case elysium wakes up before hurrying out the door. ]
if there's one thing that gets him to stir, it's that. his brow furrows, and then he just… ends up curling around this thing, too. luckily, he is actually too debilitated to make any complaints or stir so thorns is free to live out his breaking bad dreams. ]
but he has to leave fully because he does not having eveything, so it takes about an hour for him to come back to the apartment. he pokes his head inside to check on elysium again... it is now 8am which is still too early to be alive. ]
for now, thorns is just going to fucking... try whatever the hell he just made first to see if he dies or not. if he doesn't and things seems okay then he will give it to elysium.
he goes back to the room and crawls into the bed to check his temperature. ]
[ it's going to need those professional stuffed animal dry cleaning services from japan i keep getting ads for… tears up
but it will be the worst-tasting thing in the world. it also burns as it goes down? thank you, scien. it does not feel safe to drink, but it technically is. before thorns can administer this concoction from satan (elysium is even warmer to touch somehow),
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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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but. okay. there is no clinging throughout the night as he has not been conditioned to do so. just before sleep pulls him under, he mumbles: ]
I'm glad… you're in my life again… I owe you for this.
[ and then he promptly knocks out, grip slackening. thorns is free to do as he pleases. asshole. ]
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thorns will just check elysium's temperature again... if he feels warm he will get up, but it's only to get a washcloth to place over his forehead. he sits back down on the bed to watch him, which is a very non-gay activity to do. ]
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elysium technically should be recording how he feels but that's something he can be yelled at for later or never. he is also conveniently busy with another very non-gay activity, and that is lightly grabbing onto thorns' sleeve when he returns. he can still easily shrug him off, but his expression does look slightly less tense when this happens… thorns' move… ]
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he scoots closer, still giving them enough space that elysium will hopefully not freak out if he wakes up and sees this, but close enough that he can grab onto thorns more comfortably if needed.
he is giving up and will sleep here. ]
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he is soooooo exhausted he can't even be the annoying roommate he is at the light of dawn. instead, his phone vibrates angrily once. twice. scien wants his report? that was the condition for his release, hello.
elysium continues to snooze… ]
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thorns does not wake him. elysium needs to sleep, he is ill... he is contemplating what may be safe for his stomach... ]
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elysium is not any closer to waking up than he was half an hour ago. ]
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because thorns just stays with him, the most movement he makes being to just check his temperature and to see if he is clammy or any other obvious signs of sick. ]
He really killed you, huh...
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another half hour later, there's a series of knocks at the door. it's 7 in the morning. ]
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Yes?
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he just brushes past thorns like he owns the place and looks around. i am writing scien for two more tags tops. ]
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thorns just follows after him. ]
He's sick.
[ he proceeds to list off all of the symptoms elysium has shown, and the exact time where he suddenly fell ill. ]
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presumably, it's the medicine? antidote? who the hell knows. but it's up to thorns to formulate it if he even can—scien is gone the next second. wow. ]
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thorns will need to go to his work station to get most of that. ugghhh. for now, he returns to elysium's room to check on him. is he still asleep? ]
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elysium is still passed out… shakes
when are the authorities coming after thorns. ]
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he goes to his room and comes back to shove the bird plushie into elysium's arms, and then he leaves a note saying he'll be right back just in case elysium wakes up before hurrying out the door. ]
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if there's one thing that gets him to stir, it's that. his brow furrows, and then he just… ends up curling around this thing, too. luckily, he is actually too debilitated to make any complaints or stir so thorns is free to live out his breaking bad dreams. ]
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but he has to leave fully because he does not having eveything, so it takes about an hour for him to come back to the apartment. he pokes his head inside to check on elysium again... it is now 8am which is still too early to be alive. ]
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because now the bird is covered in snot and sweat, a tragic victim in all of this that thorns could have prevented. it did not deserve this. ]
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for now, thorns is just going to fucking... try whatever the hell he just made first to see if he dies or not. if he doesn't and things seems okay then he will give it to elysium.
he goes back to the room and crawls into the bed to check his temperature. ]
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but it will be the worst-tasting thing in the world. it also burns as it goes down? thank you, scien. it does not feel safe to drink, but it technically is. before thorns can administer this concoction from satan (elysium is even warmer to touch somehow),
elysium sits up. ]
MY DATE.
[ ? his eyes are still closed? ]
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thorns startles, before setting the suspicious concoction down on the side table so he can stare at elysium. ]
What?
[ is he awake or not... ]
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elysium leaps from his bed… the poor bird falls onto the floor. it is taking so much abuse. ]
I'm going on my date!
[ yippee ]
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