[ 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. ]
[ elysium thinks that's kind of hot… wow… he is ill.
and thorns is as pure as the dirt road. still, it's true for how much awful s*x they've had, their dirty talking had just been limited to the time they talked about womb tattoos… tears up. it feels weird for elysium to say it, too.
[ like it's a job? he is clocking into the fuck factory to make sure elysium cannot walk properly before he goes and pours champagne and fake flirts? ]
[ HELPPPP the ridiculousness of it makes elysium laugh. odds are, thorns is considering it as an actual scenario and that's where elysium needs to stop the delusion… he can't fake cheat on his wife??? ]
You'll get me fired. Then we can't afford our house or our chickens… we'll starve.
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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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he is too pure for this type of talk. ]
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and thorns is as pure as the dirt road. still, it's true for how much awful s*x they've had, their dirty talking had just been limited to the time they talked about womb tattoos… tears up. it feels weird for elysium to say it, too.
but he quirks his brow. well? ]
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[ like it's a job? he is clocking into the fuck factory to make sure elysium cannot walk properly before he goes and pours champagne and fake flirts? ]
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You'll get me fired. Then we can't afford our house or our chickens… we'll starve.
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[ they are in a dire situation in this scenario, it seems. ]
Well. You can't let other people think they can have you.
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