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. ]
[ what is thorns going to do if he doesn't know how to destreza… he somehow escaped kal'tist's containment…
scien just lowers his foot. and because thorns is closer, catches his chin. hmmm. he got sick too? interesting. elysium slaps his hand away and scien just says not to get jealous. well, elysium was the one who stood up the second date. (he was dying.)
he has never looked like he's wanted to punch someone more. ]
[ scien is so pleased with this. it means it worked? how is he feeling now. he stopped with the reports so he had no choice but to show up again.
more importantly, he wants to see what that woman managed to figure out… why is he engaged in biological warfare with kal'tist? i don't know. but he is, and here they are. in theory they should feel stronger than ever but elysium's just like: ]
Yeah. I feel more strongly than ever that you need to get lost.
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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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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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explodes ]
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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scien just lowers his foot. and because thorns is closer, catches his chin. hmmm. he got sick too? interesting. elysium slaps his hand away and scien just says not to get jealous. well, elysium was the one who stood up the second date. (he was dying.)
he has never looked like he's wanted to punch someone more. ]
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Your 'cure' made it worse. Go away.
[ he is going to attempt to just shut the door goodbye. ]
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more importantly, he wants to see what that woman managed to figure out… why is he engaged in biological warfare with kal'tist? i don't know. but he is, and here they are. in theory they should feel stronger than ever but elysium's just like: ]
Yeah. I feel more strongly than ever that you need to get lost.
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he goes back to just trying to shut the door. ]
You need to finish your soup before it gets cold.
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