[ 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.
But apparently we're starving. You're slacking in your duties.
[ he shakes his head, disappointed in how their family has been brought to this poor state in this unexpected span of time. how did this happen to them? ]
[ what he wants to know is why thorns is so much more invested in this scenario than any other they've ever played out before. he is so confused.
but more than that, excuse him? who's slacking?? ]
That's only because you keep spoiling our kids. They deserve the world, sure, but gold-plated fencing? Farm-to-table produce every single day? I had to do what I had to do.
[ THEY GET TREATED BETTER THAN ELYSIUM!!!! which, valid. but elysium is a brat here. ]
The only option left to sustain our lifestyle was selling my body… but you won't even let me do that…
[ there is the occasional person who's standing around that picks up whiffs of their conversation. they are even more confused. ]
[ thorns just shakes his head. internally he's wondering how feasible gold-plated fencing even is, that seems stupid. it would get damaged by the elements, gold is such a soft metal...
they, at least, reach the area with little shops. ]
[ okay. elysium is the bastard man in this scenario considering he made the decision to work at a host club. he could've stayed an honest man… he has so many complaints but he will continue to go with it…? ]
The kids changed you.
[ elysium is rethinking their victoria honeymoon. but also, thorns seems to enjoy drama? whack. ]
[ thorns opens his mouth to respond, but then a bystander just mutters 'they have kids...?' and he has to quickly turn his head to not laugh at the question.
okay. roleplay over. ]
Come on, let's go into this store. It's clothes.
[ they can't buy anything from it yet but it's good to know what their future options will be. ]
[ little does he know, they do have kids. they've abandoned every single one of them.
but elysium just sighs and shakes his head… but like flicking a switch, he's immediately into looking around. ]
Oh. Maybe not clothes, but we should get hats if we're going to be working out in the sun.
[ there are cute sunhats… absolutely not intended for physical labour, but elysium places one adorned with ribbon atop thorns' head anyway.
he explodes. his wife is so cute. he needs to explode the bastard version of himself he doesn't deserve a wife and kids everything he did was his fault!!!! ]
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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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If you're well enough to have sex with me, what are you even doing that we're starving to begin with…?
[ elysium has turned into the pedantic one ]
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[ he can never feel appreciated in this marriage... he builds a home and is just criticized?
this is just a bad larp. ]
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[ their married life is so stressful and they aren't even married yet. ]
That makes the scenario even more flawed. I'd never let our family starve to begin with.
[ THEIR FAMILY… OF TWO?? ]
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[ he shakes his head, disappointed in how their family has been brought to this poor state in this unexpected span of time. how did this happen to them? ]
Are you gambling?
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but more than that, excuse him? who's slacking?? ]
That's only because you keep spoiling our kids. They deserve the world, sure, but gold-plated fencing? Farm-to-table produce every single day? I had to do what I had to do.
[ THEY GET TREATED BETTER THAN ELYSIUM!!!! which, valid. but elysium is a brat here. ]
The only option left to sustain our lifestyle was selling my body… but you won't even let me do that…
[ there is the occasional person who's standing around that picks up whiffs of their conversation. they are even more confused. ]
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they, at least, reach the area with little shops. ]
It's really like a man to blame someone else.
[ thorns you are also a man. ]
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[ okay. elysium is the bastard man in this scenario considering he made the decision to work at a host club. he could've stayed an honest man… he has so many complaints but he will continue to go with it…? ]
The kids changed you.
[ elysium is rethinking their victoria honeymoon. but also, thorns seems to enjoy drama? whack. ]
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okay. roleplay over. ]
Come on, let's go into this store. It's clothes.
[ they can't buy anything from it yet but it's good to know what their future options will be. ]
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but elysium just sighs and shakes his head… but like flicking a switch, he's immediately into looking around. ]
Oh. Maybe not clothes, but we should get hats if we're going to be working out in the sun.
[ there are cute sunhats… absolutely not intended for physical labour, but elysium places one adorned with ribbon atop thorns' head anyway.
he explodes. his wife is so cute. he needs to explode the bastard version of himself he doesn't deserve a wife and kids everything he did was his fault!!!! ]
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