[ don't mind as he pours enough of his soup into thorns' so they're both equal parts. they ignore how thorns had soup just the day before. today is a NEW day. ]
What you're thinking about is all over your face. You're surprisingly traditional.
[ he's not about to let thorns insult him like that. reaching over, he wipes away a stray bit of soup clinging to the corner of thorns' mouth, the gesture somewhere between gentle and affronted. ]
I can treat you how I do everyone else if that's what you want.
[ oh this is embarrassing. they have not really sat and talked about the confessions since they were busy dying during and after them, so like. this is where they are now. ]
[ it's kind of embarrassing to say out loud. now that he's actually thinking about it, the whole thing is embarrassing. he's realising just how much of a grade-school bully he's been and internally closes his eyes in shame.
but he sighs, circles around to pick up the spoon thorns dropped, fetches a new one, and comes back with it.
then, he holds out a spoonful of soup. this isn’t how he treats anyone else, but apparently thorns is the type who needs to be romanced. okay. ]
[ he is starting to doubt that they would work out, perhaps they should stay platonic after all? would they even be able to progress to lacing their fingers together if they h*ld h*nds? ]
it's elysium's turn to drop his spoon. except, he isn't nearly as lucky as thorns and ends up falling into his soup and splashing the both of them. ow. ]
Huh? I should be asking you th—
[ the doorbell rings. elysium is so soup that he doesn't want to deal with it. he waits… they ring again. ]
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[ clearly this is the real reason elysium has been single for so long and not because he's been hung up on thorns? ]
Let's go sit. You're eating all of it.
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You don't have a whole portion, though.
[ don't mind as he pours enough of his soup into thorns' so they're both equal parts. they ignore how thorns had soup just the day before. today is a NEW day. ]
Okay. We can go now.
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thorns just pouts as he settles down with this unfair amount of soup. ]
Did that lady contact you?
[ she is a literal dean. ]
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it's fine. ]
You're going to have to be more specific than that. What do you want to know? She's how I got our prescription.
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You're not in trouble with her, are you?
[ thorns somehow excuses himself from also being in trouble. ]
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also my icons aren't loading for this tag so my default will just have to do. as casually as mentioning the weather: ]
Nah, I just signed my life away. No big.
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thorns doesn't know kal'tsit well enough in this timeline to be able to tell how much of this is a joke. does he need to report her? ]
Explain.
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Eat.
[ bribery ]
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[ he eats his soup.
the funny thing is that his sentence starts out so strong but the closer he got to the last part his voice got quieter. ]
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[ okay. it's time for a science experiment. he sets down his spoon… and makes eye contact with thorns. ]
Do you want to be treated like a princess?
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Are you making fun of me?
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[ he's not about to let thorns insult him like that. reaching over, he wipes away a stray bit of soup clinging to the corner of thorns' mouth, the gesture somewhere between gentle and affronted. ]
I can treat you how I do everyone else if that's what you want.
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How do you treat everyone else?
[ how did he treat kitten........... ]
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[ it's kind of embarrassing to say out loud. now that he's actually thinking about it, the whole thing is embarrassing. he's realising just how much of a grade-school bully he's been and internally closes his eyes in shame.
but he sighs, circles around to pick up the spoon thorns dropped, fetches a new one, and comes back with it.
then, he holds out a spoonful of soup. this isn’t how he treats anyone else, but apparently thorns is the type who needs to be romanced. okay. ]
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he stares at the spoon like a deer in headlights. and then slowly will allow himself to be fed, like a deer in a petting zoo.
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And how do you treat me...?
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… I really want to make fun of you right now, but I won't. I guess if I imagine you as someone I'm on a date with, I'd call you cute?
[ can thorns stop asking him questions. thanks. this is already so awful. ]
You're cute, but I wouldn't just say that… it doesn't feel right… [ … ] It's funny when you fight back.
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[ he is starting to doubt that they would work out, perhaps they should stay platonic after all? would they even be able to progress to lacing their fingers together if they h*ld h*nds? ]
Should I hit you?
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[ he holds out another spoon of soup as if this will prove his point. ]
Just—don't you think it sounds kind of weird coming from me…?
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[ maybe it would get easier with use? he doesn't know, since he's never been in a situation like this before. ]
Do you want me to call you it?
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[ stop.
and because thorns is just leaving the spoon hanging, he goes ahead and gently prods it against his mouth. ]
Don't force it. How did we even get here? How do you want me to treat you, huh?
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[ he doesn't particularly want their dynamic to change. he eats his soup as he thinks of the next thing to say after that. ]
Are we dating?
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it's elysium's turn to drop his spoon. except, he isn't nearly as lucky as thorns and ends up falling into his soup and splashing the both of them. ow. ]
Huh? I should be asking you th—
[ the doorbell rings. elysium is so soup that he doesn't want to deal with it. he waits… they ring again. ]
…
[ it is the first person you think of. ]
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he stares at the door, then at elysium. he is also covered in soup. ]
If we just ignore it then it'll be like we aren't home.
[ it rings again.... ]
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[ the ringing turns into incessant pounding. elysium sighs. ]
I guess it's my turn.
[ soup and all……… scien is mid-kick; there's a yelp of surprise when it just narrowly misses elysium. okay. ]
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thorns gets up and walks over just in case he needs to save elysium from getting murdered. ]
What do you want.
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