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. ]
he better scurry back because how long is he going to give elysium in the shower before he thinks he's drowned? that'll be however long he stays in there without indication the water's shutting off anytime soon.
[ they have been given so many chances to flirt but they have failed each and every one
he just stares at the door for a long while… then remembers to change, emerging with the idea that it's better to pretend it never happened at all. yeah! ]
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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.
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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. ]
Hi.
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[ he tries to lean into the hair ruffling, but his body has a mind of its own—head rolling and bumping against his knees instead. it stays there. ]
… Good night.
[ he used all his energy on manhandling and trying to run from his gay thoughts ]
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thorns leans down and tries to drag elysium backwards into the bathroom. he will not be ripped off like this. ]
If you don't get up I'll undress you.
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You can't. That's indecent. We haven't even…
[ mumble mumble ]
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[ he manages to get elysium fully inside, and then tries to lift him up properly so he can sit on top of the toilet lid.
he refuses to be the only one forced to shower. he is not leaving until elysium makes movements. ]
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[ he realises it's up to him to give a demonstration. okay.
he leans forward… pauses for a single second, and then kisses thorns lightly on the nose. like a boop! except with his mouth. ]
Kiss. We haven't even kissed. Now go.
[ he gets up clumsily. it is hard to tell how much he's thinking or if he's thinking at all. ]
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thorns taps the spot on his nose that was smooched. hmmmm.
he hurriedly scurries out of the bathroom. goodbye. ]
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he better scurry back because how long is he going to give elysium in the shower before he thinks he's drowned? that'll be however long he stays in there without indication the water's shutting off anytime soon.
fun! ]
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thorns doesn't even knock he just opens the door and walks in. ]
Elysium?
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to his credit, he does not fall and hit his head on the soap dish and die. ]
Hi, Thorns.
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[ okay.
thorns stands there and then nods his head. ]
I'll be outside.
[ quietly goes to exit like that didn't just happen... ]
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he just stares at the door for a long while… then remembers to change, emerging with the idea that it's better to pretend it never happened at all. yeah! ]
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he jumps slightly when he hears the door open and turns around. ]
Let's go to bed...
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