[ thorns stares back, also deeply confused as to why elysium isn't doing anything. he told thorns he doesn't want him to undress him, so he isn't sure what the problem is?
and then it hits him (it doesn't), and thorns turns around to face a wall. just because elysium wants him in here doesn't mean he wants him to see anything... it is simply a solidarity thing. ]
[ they are two men standing in the bathroom together… is this thorns telling him he should go before they leave? does he think he'll hit his head somewhere and pass out and die if they aren't in the same room? he just let him go off on his own earlier though?
this is so bizarre…… he stares at thorns' head thinking he might be able to look into it if he stares hard enough. ]
Are you serious?
[ about wanting elysium to P*SS IN FRONT OF HIM????? ]
thorns is so confused. at this point he actually turns around because maybe seeing elysium will make this conversation suddenly make any sense at all. ]
this is so insanely awkward that thorns just makes a small grunt in response and beelines out the door. goodbye. he crawls into bed and hopes he dies. ]
thorns watches him scurry away in stunned disbelief before closing his door again so he can wonder what is going on here. that seemed like flirting? elysium must be so sick... it is the only thing that makes sense.
[ he's limit testing as much as his bbbb self will allow. he is as mortified as thorns, and for a solid minute crouches under a cold stream of water……
he takes his ten minutes. when he emerges, he peeks his head out of the doorframe and looks left and right like he expects to be jumpscared for his crimes. ]
because thorns is still in his room. he is pacing in his room, more accurately, and has spent the entire ten minutes trying to weigh whether or not he is going insane here. does he need to help elysium find a new kitten? is that what this is? elysium is so h*rny lost-breakup he's losing his mind? ]
[ the door slowly opens and thorns peeks out again. he truly just thinks elysium doesn't know what the minutes means, but he will let it slide because it gave him more time to brace himself. ]
Yes. Let's go.
[ what do you do after that..... thorns isn't sure if he should acknowledge it or not. ]
[ he's worse than playground bullies because at least they stand their ground after they pull their crush's pigtails. elysium really just ran off. but the atmosphere is awkward… elysium contemplates it…
…
he demurely walks closer to thorns than he typically would. ]
[ thorns is so sure this is flirting but considering what their history is, absolutely nothing would be worse than asking if it is and elysium denying it. there would be no recovering from it.
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[ he grabs elysium's wrist. he had been grabbing it often, so perhaps this is nothing. ]
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he just stares at thorns questioningly? he is truly struggling so much just to make sense of what's going on… why is life hard. ]
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and then it hits him (it doesn't), and thorns turns around to face a wall. just because elysium wants him in here doesn't mean he wants him to see anything... it is simply a solidarity thing. ]
Go ahead.
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this is so bizarre…… he stares at thorns' head thinking he might be able to look into it if he stares hard enough. ]
Are you serious?
[ about wanting elysium to P*SS IN FRONT OF HIM????? ]
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does.... does he actually want him to watch? what. thorns should have just let him die. ]
I don't think it's appropriate for me to look.
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Isn't it already inappropriate that you're here.
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thorns is so confused. at this point he actually turns around because maybe seeing elysium will make this conversation suddenly make any sense at all. ]
You... told me to stay with you?
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elysium looks as confused as thorns does. then, his soul leaves his body. ]
To the doctor's…
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in a quiet, horrified voice, ]
To take a shower...
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………… ]
You'd go that far for me…? [ he very gently rests a hand on thorns' shoulder. ] I'll let you know if I ever need it.
[ translation: please get out he needs to CRY ]
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this is so insanely awkward that thorns just makes a small grunt in response and beelines out the door. goodbye. he crawls into bed and hopes he dies. ]
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he gives it like thirty seconds before he awkwardly shuffles out to stand in front of thorns' room. he knocks on it quietly. ]
I should still take you to a clinic…
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[ elysium you are disgusting. thorns is hoping this is enough to motivate him. ]
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[ now that thorns has mentioned it, he does feel gross. at the same time, he has to leverage it to make sure thorns gets help, too… ]
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Fine. You need to see a doctor anyway.
[ they will pvp. ]
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You know… you seemed pretty ready to watch me shower until I spoke up and you turned around. Did you actually want to see? Wow. I'll keep it mind.
[ a beat. ]
I'll be done in ten.
[ walks away fastly ]
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oh my god. what is happening.
thorns watches him scurry away in stunned disbelief before closing his door again so he can wonder what is going on here. that seemed like flirting? elysium must be so sick... it is the only thing that makes sense.
this is such a pained wait time. ]
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he takes his ten minutes. when he emerges, he peeks his head out of the doorframe and looks left and right like he expects to be jumpscared for his crimes. ]
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because thorns is still in his room. he is pacing in his room, more accurately, and has spent the entire ten minutes trying to weigh whether or not he is going insane here. does he need to help elysium find a new kitten? is that what this is? elysium is so h*rny lost-breakup he's losing his mind? ]
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elysium breathes a sigh of relief. but he realises he still has to face thorns… hm.
he takes another five minutes to summon the courage to show up at his door again. this makes it seem like he has no sense of time. ]
Still alive?
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Yes. Let's go.
[ what do you do after that..... thorns isn't sure if he should acknowledge it or not. ]
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…
he demurely walks closer to thorns than he typically would. ]
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...
[ he grabs elysium's wrist. he had been grabbing it often, so perhaps this is nothing. ]
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elysium just accepts this. what is something that can bond over… ]
Do you think I can report Scien to the dean…?
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[ thorns understands... but also it is kind of insane to just drink something that someone in a lab hands to you... safety 101 failed. ]
This probably happened because Dahut wasn't there when you were.
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Can that guy do anything about him? He was bothering you, too…
[ instead they are now all monkeys in his circus ]
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