[ hmmmm. he will do his best not to waddle. for the first however long, he's questionably normal. ]
We should see what their logistics system's like. That'd get us into neighbouring settlements and easy ins with the population. Well, it'd get me easy ins with the population. You learn a lot through regular chatter.
Mm. We need to also look up the closest cities. So we know where we can travel to, but also to see what things are like there...
[ if the closest city is.... problematic, there is always the chance those problems might make their way here. he thinks about the farm they visited before and how it was outsiders that made things more chaotic than they already were. ]
[ elysium rattles off just that along with their approximate travel times before punctuating them with a wink. ]
The main concern's running into people we know… yeah? They're big hubs. That's why I mentioned neighbouring settlements… other villages and towns we can poke around, since no one's going to go out of their way unless they're sent for a mission.
[ just for that someone's going to show up for a mission and elysium will curse them
but until then, he can relish under thorns' praise. and his waddling is going well partly because every step is purposeful—though, that's assuming thorns allows elysium to dictate the pace. they're going at half their usual speed, a little more than that if they're purposefully being leisurely.
it would be incredibly easy to bully him. ]
You didn't want to try the farm first? I thought you would've preferred something outdoors.
[ he catches thorns' words and considers them. it'd be incredibly easy to ignore them, but this is their golden end, isn't it? they should be allowed to get their chicken… elysium won't be an absentee father…
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In 264 days non-inclusive of travel time— [ quietly! ] should we make one of our vacation destinations somewhere in Victoria?
[ watches as this is the closest they'll ever get to their talk. elysium truly believes there's nothing left to say when their old lives are far behind them. things like playing god belong to the past, don't they?
so he just smiles, trying to playfully rib at thorns. except the motion twists his body in a way it does not approve of, and he promptly keels over for a moment before forcing himself upright again. do not comment. ]
[ how much job security do they need!!!! they are going to ruin their nice, healthy backs at this rate. not for the manual labor but for how much they'll be banging to get out their frustration for so much manual labor. ]
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[ hmmmm. he will do his best not to waddle. for the first however long, he's questionably normal. ]
We should see what their logistics system's like. That'd get us into neighbouring settlements and easy ins with the population. Well, it'd get me easy ins with the population. You learn a lot through regular chatter.
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[ if the closest city is.... problematic, there is always the chance those problems might make their way here. he thinks about the farm they visited before and how it was outsiders that made things more chaotic than they already were. ]
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[ elysium rattles off just that along with their approximate travel times before punctuating them with a wink. ]
The main concern's running into people we know… yeah? They're big hubs. That's why I mentioned neighbouring settlements… other villages and towns we can poke around, since no one's going to go out of their way unless they're sent for a mission.
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how is his waddling? does he still look okay or does it outwardly look like he is struggling. ]
Maybe we can ask to help in the kitchen...
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but until then, he can relish under thorns' praise. and his waddling is going well partly because every step is purposeful—though, that's assuming thorns allows elysium to dictate the pace. they're going at half their usual speed, a little more than that if they're purposefully being leisurely.
it would be incredibly easy to bully him. ]
You didn't want to try the farm first? I thought you would've preferred something outdoors.
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elysium gets another kiss! wow! ]
The farm works. They might have chickens.
[ okay. ]
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he returns every one. ]
What kind of farm doesn't have chickens? [ a snort. ] Don't replace me. We won't be able to take any back with us. Not yet, anyway.
[ the belated realisation he's setting them up for manual labour while he's sore as hell will hit any time now ]
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[ it's muttered, but thorns wants his very specific child. he wants his baby. he is willing to take more, but he wants that one. ]
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In 264 days non-inclusive of travel time— [ quietly! ] should we make one of our vacation destinations somewhere in Victoria?
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this is one of many moments where thorns wonders if they should, perhaps, have a Talk™. they probably should. ]
That sounds nice.
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so he just smiles, trying to playfully rib at thorns. except the motion twists his body in a way it does not approve of, and he promptly keels over for a moment before forcing himself upright again. do not comment. ]
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thorns stops walking. ]
Need help?
[ like he's asking elysium to give up. ]
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[ he continues walking like nothing had happened. ]
We should find whoever's in charge of the municipality and ask if they want help with road repairs. That'll do it for employment.
[ it is uneven dirt road but it is not even that bad!!!!!! ]
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[ it's just dirt!!!!!!
he sighs. ]
That's a lot of labor.
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Our job security, Thorns.
[ for a place they'll be in for a few months at best. yeah! ]
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[ how much job security do they need!!!! they are going to ruin their nice, healthy backs at this rate. not for the manual labor but for how much they'll be banging to get out their frustration for so much manual labor. ]
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[ this au is getting too real. ]
The chickens need a backyard…
[ chickens somehow became plural. ]
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he pinches his cheek. ]
You could always pose nude.
[ if elysium did this thorns would kill him. ]
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he seems to mull over this.. ]
Should we head back to Higashi so I can get a job at a host club? I need customers, first.
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Hm? Do you think you'd be popular?
[ says this to the guy who calls himself the number one hottie. ]
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Wouldn't I be? I could take people to heaven.
[ thorns should go above and beyond hanging him upside down and eviscerate him. never mind, HE WAS THE ONE WHO BROUGHT THIS UP TO BEGIN WITH?? ]
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elysium would actually be a very good host, he has the personality for it. ]
You don't have to take them that far.
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How far should I take them, then? From the entrance to the receptionist desk?
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[ his ass.....
in this scenarion, elysium's is still sore. ]
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Are you planning to pound my ass before every shift?
[ woah ]
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