[ 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!!!! ]
[ now that's just cheating. there's a quiet noise of surprise before he eases into it—then it becomes more than just a little inappropriate and grounds for being kicked out, but the benefit to being in a small village is
there are no cameras! they can live their stupid exhibitionist life until the shopkeeper asks if they need help? they haven't moved for a while.
[ thorns just holds up the hats and then follows after the shopkeeper to the register, acting as if he wasn't just being highly indecent in this lovely establishment.
elysium can follow or take a moment to recover... or rest his ass for a minute... ]
[ he is taking every chance to rest his ass it is no contest. thorns can take his time… he is just casually leaning against one of the walls, as guys do.
[ thorns eventually comes back... the shopkeeper threw in free socks for them as thank you for the dinner. thorns owes this person their life you can never have enough nice socks. ]
[ they can be cute novelty socks like the ones that hold hands. their whimsy. ]
Welcome back, my sun.
[ he was less than five metres away. stop. he meets thorns' smooch with one of his own; they're out here innocently pretending they wouldn't be willing to bang on one of the display tables if they had the opportunity to.
but he takes out one of the uncute hats to immediately put it on thorns' head. ]
Might as well get into the habit now. Let's be on our way?
[ oh my god they can't work together they're going to be horrific.
but onward! they should also look at general supplies... they can't really afford a cart yet, but maybe they can get the supplies to just build one if it turns out to be cheaper? ]
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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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thorns just tugs at the hat, testing out how it feels despite it definitely not being meant for work. he's taking it so seriously though. ]
You're right... The sun can really be brutal...
[ he should have had a hat when he was stuck on the flats...... ]
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… It's cute, but not very practical. [ he places a hand on thorns' head. ] I'll have to save up to buy it for you.
[ their budget… this is the reality they're in now… forget a diamond ring unless thorns can suddenly transmute gold. ]
We have to make our first date as newlyweds special.
[ they don't even have a wedding date. ]
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thorns will go and grab some hats that are, in fact, for work. they are not nearly as cute as the one with the ribbon. ]
Here we go.
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he flicks his gaze back to thorns. ]
They'll do, I guess…
[ this is so tepid. ]
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he bring up one of the hats th block he view to them, and he kisses him a little less gently than would be acceptable for a public space. ]
For now.
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there are no cameras! they can live their stupid exhibitionist life until the shopkeeper asks if they need help? they haven't moved for a while.
elysium pulls away and clears his throat. ]
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[ thorns just holds up the hats and then follows after the shopkeeper to the register, acting as if he wasn't just being highly indecent in this lovely establishment.
elysium can follow or take a moment to recover... or rest his ass for a minute... ]
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it's fine. ]
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Hi.
[ smooch. ]
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Welcome back, my sun.
[ he was less than five metres away. stop. he meets thorns' smooch with one of his own; they're out here innocently pretending they wouldn't be willing to bang on one of the display tables if they had the opportunity to.
but he takes out one of the uncute hats to immediately put it on thorns' head. ]
Might as well get into the habit now. Let's be on our way?
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but onward! they should also look at general supplies... they can't really afford a cart yet, but maybe they can get the supplies to just build one if it turns out to be cheaper? ]
Let's go in there.
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