well, thorns just immediately starts checking elysium's temperature... and then remembers something. sorry he has to get up and fumble over to his bag and dig through it sleepily. ]
he looks at the number and decides that anything coming out of thorns' mouth is feverish nonsense. so! he gets the bright idea to bend at his knees for leverage and
attempt to throw thorns over his shoulder. he has no balance right now do not test him, thorns. they will either die together or live together. ]
Not yet. We'll get to the bathroom, you'll stay put, and I'll bring you something clean to change into. I'll take my turn after—unless you really want us both getting more sick together?
[ this is not even vaguely threating it's fully threatening. the way they've gotten more aggressive towards each other and not in a sexy way since confessing. help ]
You can consider it whatever you want. Just try to convict me.
[ unceremoniously dumps thorns in the tub. well, in his mental theatre he does. in reality, he just lowers his sick roommate into the bath with as much passive aggression as humanly possible. ]
I'll be back.
[ he sounds and looks like he's about to keel over but don't worry about it he's getting used to operating at this level of death ]
[ you know it's bad when he's too dead to even get embarrassed. he shuts the door behind him. he is so ready for them to get well and when they are well he'll wish they were both sick again. but. anyway! hindsight is 20/20. ]
[ thorns is just like, but you suggested it? still, he shrugs and will go to take his shower. his only real motivation to get through this is because it means elysium gets to be taken care of right after.
he knocks, just to let thorns know he's coming in again, leaving his clothes on the counter. then he simply sits outside the door, knees drawn up to his chest, waiting while trying not to nod off.
not only do we have peak romance, we have peak pathetic. ]
at the very least, since thorns is aware elysium is waiting for him, he makes this quick and doesn't do any unnecessary soul searching in the shower. once he's out and dressed, he opens the door and almost trips over elysium in the process.
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he leans down to ruffle his hair as if he didn't almost die. ]
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well, thorns just immediately starts checking elysium's temperature... and then remembers something. sorry he has to get up and fumble over to his bag and dig through it sleepily. ]
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he opens an eye while thorns isn't looking to see if he can figure out what he's doing…? and if he needs to 'wake up' to force thorns back to rest…
this is so cursed ]
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when he comes back, he is just holding a thermometer to properly take a temperature... he swiped it when they were at the lab. ]
Elysium?
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elysium gets up slowly… something in his back makes a cracking nosie. it's fine. ]
Yeah. What are you doing up?
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[ he waddles over and, without any warning whatsoever, shoves the thermometer into elysium's mouth. ]
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it reads 102F. ]
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[ he latches onto his new favorite spot, elysium's wrist, and tries to tug him towards the bedrooms. ]
You shouldn't have been on the floor...
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[ he plants his heels in the ground, swipes the thermometre from thorns' hand. is this sanitary? no. but he finds something to wipe it on and
stabs it back into thorns' mouth. what does it read. ]
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thorns just tries tugging him again, this time more insistently. ]
I feel fine.
[ as if he didn't just get his temperature taken. ]
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he looks at the number and decides that anything coming out of thorns' mouth is feverish nonsense. so! he gets the bright idea to bend at his knees for leverage and
attempt to throw thorns over his shoulder. he has no balance right now do not test him, thorns. they will either die together or live together. ]
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[ why must elysium be larger than him... ]
You're going to bed with me.
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[ what does this mean. ]
That's the plan.
[ you know neither of them are thinking when they are fighting each other for the exact same fuckin thing ]
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he does go quiet, before muttering, ]
You're so sweaty.
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elysium stumbles to a stop. ]
Oh. We need to change our clothes, too.
[ …
changes course to the bathroom. ]
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thorns allows this. ]
Should I get the shower ready for you?
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You're going first.
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[ as if that's how it works?
he starts wiggling just ever so slightly. ]
Down.
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[ shitty arguments warrant shitty responses. ]
Not yet. We'll get to the bathroom, you'll stay put, and I'll bring you something clean to change into. I'll take my turn after—unless you really want us both getting more sick together?
[ this is not even vaguely threating it's fully threatening. the way they've gotten more aggressive towards each other and not in a sexy way since confessing. help ]
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he huffs, clearly not pleased by this. but he supposes when elysium is in the shower after that he can get the bed ready... hm.... ]
I consider this a kidnapping.
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[ unceremoniously dumps thorns in the tub. well, in his mental theatre he does. in reality, he just lowers his sick roommate into the bath with as much passive aggression as humanly possible. ]
I'll be back.
[ he sounds and looks like he's about to keel over but don't worry about it he's getting used to operating at this level of death ]
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this is so pathetic (thorns is also pathetic). ]
Maybe we should shower together...?
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he thinks about it. ]
That's how we die for real.
[ you know it's bad when he's too dead to even get embarrassed. he shuts the door behind him. he is so ready for them to get well and when they are well he'll wish they were both sick again. but. anyway! hindsight is 20/20. ]
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they are competing to mom the other... ]
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he knocks, just to let thorns know he's coming in again, leaving his clothes on the counter. then he simply sits outside the door, knees drawn up to his chest, waiting while trying not to nod off.
not only do we have peak romance, we have peak pathetic. ]
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at the very least, since thorns is aware elysium is waiting for him, he makes this quick and doesn't do any unnecessary soul searching in the shower. once he's out and dressed, he opens the door and almost trips over elysium in the process.
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he leans down to ruffle his hair as if he didn't almost die. ]
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