it somewhat works as it keeps him from attempting to end it all. somewhat, as in the next second: he bites thorns' tongue. ]
I'm a hot guy. What's a hot guy if he can't pull off any hair style? It's fine. Even now, I look great. They're meant to accentuate the person and not be the be all end all. And, yeah, wasn't I thinking of getting a cut anyway? To be less recognisable? It'll help when we go on a date in the city.
Yeah. Right. Absolutely—this just moved up the schedule, is all.
[ he is going through so many stages fucking help ]
[ thorns has successfully defused the situation. good job.
elysium just wordlessly sulks off while simultaneously planning the overgrown rat's demise. they haven't even named it yet. how is it one of their children. ]
[ thorns follows after him. luckily their NEW CHILD!!! has decided to rest and isn't following after them both, so elysium does not have to immediately jump into a fist fight. ]
[ how can they flirt when elysium doesn't feel sexy!!!!!!! thorns should've given him his scissors!!!!!!!!!!!
he is going to look so much edgier especially with his hair already being black. tears up. the rest of the day goes as usual so long as you ignore elysium contemplating an inordinate amount of intrusive thoughts as he stares out into the horizon.
[ thorns spends more time watching elysium have a crisis than he does the village.
thankfully, the bandits was the only excitement for the day (if you ignore the hair tragedy), and eventually townspeople start slowly filtering back. while not everyone has returned, there's now enough people around that they can pack it up for the day.
the capybara is eating grass somewhere, content and unbothered. they probably actually could have kept it at the farm in hindsight and have avoided all of this. ]
spiritually. but at least he looks less mad and is now just miserable… the capybara has apparently moved from its spot and has its snout resting in his lap. he does not want to forgive… he will not forgive ]
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it somewhat works as it keeps him from attempting to end it all. somewhat, as in the next second: he bites thorns' tongue. ]
I'm a hot guy. What's a hot guy if he can't pull off any hair style? It's fine. Even now, I look great. They're meant to accentuate the person and not be the be all end all. And, yeah, wasn't I thinking of getting a cut anyway? To be less recognisable? It'll help when we go on a date in the city.
Yeah. Right. Absolutely—this just moved up the schedule, is all.
[ he is going through so many stages fucking help ]
I'm going to go find scissors.
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he kisses him again despite the fact that his tongue was just rudely bitten. ]
We can get the scissors when we're done for the day.
[ he doesn't truly elysium with something sharp this soon after the incident. ]
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he falls quiet and draws his hood up. he continues to shake internally. ]
My hair's going to be shorter than yours.
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thorns leans in to give him the third kiss over this incident. ]
It will grow back. And I will love every strand of it as it does.
[ so shut up. ]
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Do you have a thing for bald heads?
[ thinks about the one sticker
why doesn't thorns love his hair as much as he loves his hair ]
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thorns has no idea how to respond to this for several seconds. ]
I'm never trying to cheer you up again.
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What? Answer me.
[ his hands are now on thorns' shoulders shaking him around
imagine if there were a second set of bandits they would never get it out alive ]
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[ hello? what is thorns going to grab onto if elysium is bald??? they have a system here!!! ]
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Okay.
[ he lets go.
then, under his breath: ]
Roasted burdenbeast…
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We are not eating it.
[ thorns can forgive abandonment but he draws the line at voring their children. ]
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elysium just wordlessly sulks off while simultaneously planning the overgrown rat's demise. they haven't even named it yet. how is it one of their children. ]
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Aren't you going to kiss me back.
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turns.
then kisses thorns three times in quick succession before he turns back to continue on to their post. he hopes more people show up, actually. ]
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thorns has decided it is time to give up on today. they are never going to flirt again. but he keeps following after him silently...
maybe they can just glue some wig hair into that spot? that should fix it. ]
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he is going to look so much edgier especially with his hair already being black. tears up. the rest of the day goes as usual so long as you ignore elysium contemplating an inordinate amount of intrusive thoughts as he stares out into the horizon.
it's fine. ]
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thankfully, the bandits was the only excitement for the day (if you ignore the hair tragedy), and eventually townspeople start slowly filtering back. while not everyone has returned, there's now enough people around that they can pack it up for the day.
the capybara is eating grass somewhere, content and unbothered. they probably actually could have kept it at the farm in hindsight and have avoided all of this. ]
Let's head back?
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in fact, he just pulls on his drawstrings so the only thing that can be seen is his nose. ]
Can you bring the scissors.
[ he cannot risk being seen like this. apparently, the hair crisis is enough for him to accept being apart for more than ten minutes. ]
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[ this is so unfortunate.
thorns will pick up their bags and marches off back to their place. people he walks by are confused to see him alone. ]
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spiritually. but at least he looks less mad and is now just miserable… the capybara has apparently moved from its spot and has its snout resting in his lap. he does not want to forgive… he will not forgive ]
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thorns walks over and settles down next to him. ]
I have it.
[ it's said so seriously that one would think it's some sort of contraband, but it's just a pair of scissors. ]
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[ he croaks like he's both dehydrated and going through withdrawal. he probably is. ]
Can you turn around?
[ and take this ch*ld with him he's losing his mind ]
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elysium didn't say any of the other stuff out loud so thorns is just turning around. ]
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he attempts to nudge the capybara away. predictably, that does nothing now that it's made itself comfortable. ]
Doesn't his other arm look really good? The one that's all shiny. Don't you want to try chewing on it, too?
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It can just eat my hair if it really wants to.
[ except it also won't like his hair dye..... ]
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Seared burdenbeast.
[ it
seems to get the hint and plops itself next to thorns sadly. ]
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