[ he downs the liquid like it's a shot. that's how much he trusts thorns, enough to chug the most questionable substance in the world without a second thought. everything's fine until it isn't. elysium blinks. ]
I feel kind of fu—
[ —and then he's out cold. look what thorns has done. they could've gone on their date… now it's over… ]
[ well. he checks to make sure elysium is like, alive, before picking him up and taking him to thorns' bed instead. he will change the sheets for elysium's because they are gross and sweaty... ]
thorns just shoots off a list of observations of elysium, and then he returns to his own room after changing elysium's sheets. he sits down at his desk and watches elysium... occasionally getting up to do random chores as long as elysium snoozes...
[ WHY IS THORNS ACCEPTING THIS!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS HOW THEY BAD END FOR REAL!!! they've officially become claude 1 & 2 except they're just guy 1 & 2. what can they be called colloquially.
he blinks awake at midnight… is thorns still alive… he's been up for so long and working for so long he should be dead. ]
[ thorns is so sweet and naïve they will never know peace again. watches as this slowly becomes virche au as they become the first relivers after an illness wipes everyone out…
also, like. he once again remembers so little of the previous evening but after he sees thorns, none of that matters. his first priority is dragging him up best he can—until he relises his upper body strength is at a literal zero.
tears up. he pads around the bed with blanket in hand, wrapping it around thorns' comfortably. does he stir? elysium will take it as his chance to observe thorns this time… ]
[ he continues to snooze. he has only fallen asleep very recently, so it's still that stage where he hasn't fallen into a deep sleep yet. he looks as one might if they have been running around taking care of someone sick all day while also dealing with scien.
he mutters something but it's difficult to decipher with him talking against the bed. ]
[ the urge to poke him is strong. alas, he remembers just enough of last night to piece together what probably happened, and guilt softens the impulse. thorns deserves at least a little peace…
so, instead of being as annoying as he wants to be, he crawls back to where the pillows are, snags one by stretching his arm over the side, then returns the same way. gently rolling thorns over, he slips the pillow beneath his head before pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.
does thorns seem well… does elysium need to k*ll scien… it's one thing to bother him, but involving the people around him is where he puts his foot down!!!!!!! ]
he no longer has time to date. he has to plot scien's demise.
or, well, he would dive right into that if his first instinct weren't to fuss over thorns. now that thorns is swaddled in a blanket, maybe he can carry him without disturbing him too much? if he stays in this position too long, his back will hurt……
[ he's struggling so bad but he has to do this for thorns
on one hand, if he keeps quiet maybe thorns will drift back to sleep. on the other, it's taking every ounce of focus he has just to shift thorns from the foot of the bed onto the mattress itself. he can't just toss him around like a sack of potatoes either, he has to make sure he's tucked in properly?
both literally and figuratively, he trips over his own feet and crash-lands onto his bed. at least, instinct kicks in just in time: he twists mid-fall, letting his body absorb the impact of landing on a plush bed… and this very heavy, very sprawled bundle of a person on top of him.
which presents the problem of: this sprawled bundle of a person is thorns!!! goodbye. ]
thorns just grunts at the suddenness of it, before making himself comfortable again. why is his bed moving around.... (it's not a bed it's elysium). he gets more comfortable. ]
that's okay... they can nap together... thorns will eventually wake up but it's because both their phones are buzzing since neither of them had sent any update in a while.
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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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sure, why not. thorns just stays on the bed, watching this. ]
Okay. Have fun.
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then. remembers something. stumbles halfway across the room back. ]
I can't forget the person I'm going on a date with…
[ a hand loops around thorns' wrist and he tries to pull him off the bed but the grip strength is, like. pathetic. ]
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thorns freezes for a second, but then he pulls elysium back towards him. ]
I need you to drink something before we go out.
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making no effort to get up, his voice comes out muffled: ]
Okay. Did you decide where we're going yet?
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[ okay then, thorns will just drag elysium back to a sitting position and reach over to grab the... liquid. ]
Here we go.
[ he presses the cup to elysium's mouth. drinky drinky!!!!! ]
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I feel kind of fu—
[ —and then he's out cold. look what thorns has done. they could've gone on their date… now it's over… ]
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[ well. he checks to make sure elysium is like, alive, before picking him up and taking him to thorns' bed instead. he will change the sheets for elysium's because they are gross and sweaty... ]
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does he wash the bird… elysium's going to be out for another day…
the way dahut ends up finding thorns' number and texts him because scien told him to. give him the continued reports
or else ]
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thorns just shoots off a list of observations of elysium, and then he returns to his own room after changing elysium's sheets. he sits down at his desk and watches elysium... occasionally getting up to do random chores as long as elysium snoozes...
this is their date now. ]
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he blinks awake at midnight… is thorns still alive… he's been up for so long and working for so long he should be dead. ]
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but elysium will find thorns snoozing at the foot of the bed. zzzzz. ]
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also, like. he once again remembers so little of the previous evening but after he sees thorns, none of that matters. his first priority is dragging him up best he can—until he relises his upper body strength is at a literal zero.
tears up. he pads around the bed with blanket in hand, wrapping it around thorns' comfortably. does he stir? elysium will take it as his chance to observe thorns this time… ]
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he mutters something but it's difficult to decipher with him talking against the bed. ]
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so, instead of being as annoying as he wants to be, he crawls back to where the pillows are, snags one by stretching his arm over the side, then returns the same way. gently rolling thorns over, he slips the pillow beneath his head before pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.
does thorns seem well… does elysium need to k*ll scien… it's one thing to bother him, but involving the people around him is where he puts his foot down!!!!!!! ]
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slightly warm. not as bad as elysium was but still enough that scien is the enemy forever. ]
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he no longer has time to date. he has to plot scien's demise.
or, well, he would dive right into that if his first instinct weren't to fuss over thorns. now that thorns is swaddled in a blanket, maybe he can carry him without disturbing him too much? if he stays in this position too long, his back will hurt……
attempts this. ]
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the jostling is enough to make thorns stir. he opens an eye, closes it, and it seems like that's it for a moment before he just opens both eyes. ]
Elysium...? Go back to bed.
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on one hand, if he keeps quiet maybe thorns will drift back to sleep. on the other, it's taking every ounce of focus he has just to shift thorns from the foot of the bed onto the mattress itself. he can't just toss him around like a sack of potatoes either, he has to make sure he's tucked in properly?
tears up. life is hard ]
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luckily for elysium, thorns is still half-asleep. unluckily, that means all he does is latch onto elysium to snuggle against him.
this is his bird (plush)..... ]
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both literally and figuratively, he trips over his own feet and crash-lands onto his bed. at least, instinct kicks in just in time: he twists mid-fall, letting his body absorb the impact of landing on a plush bed… and this very heavy, very sprawled bundle of a person on top of him.
which presents the problem of: this sprawled bundle of a person is thorns!!! goodbye. ]
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thorns just grunts at the suddenness of it, before making himself comfortable again. why is his bed moving around.... (it's not a bed it's elysium). he gets more comfortable. ]
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he passes out. this is the most stressed he's ever been in his life. ]
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that's okay... they can nap together... thorns will eventually wake up but it's because both their phones are buzzing since neither of them had sent any update in a while.
thorns squints at elysium. why is he under him. ]
Elysium...?
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if he continues to play dead will thorns leave him alone? ]
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