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.
[ currently in a taxi where the guy is swerving in and out of traffic and honking at everyone save me i just want to tag this back in peace
scien has not come in peace tho and he just very calmly says he needs to get a sample now one way or another. elysium owes him a date so he will start there?
oh my god why is everyone in thorns' department crazy ]
[ me looking at his rating after like how the hell does he have 4.95 as a rating but he did get me to a place in record speed… shakes. this is what thorns goes through i'm sorry thorns
but scien just takes the sample and looks at it questioningly… he supposes this is acceptable for now? he expects to see the both of them at school soon or he'll have to escalate again, turning on his heel with little fanfare. ]
Just because someone is crazy for their work doesn't mean they're crazy with their personal life.
[ thorns is insane very specifically for his work, after all. is he extremely antisocial in all other aspects of life? yes. but he considers that normal.
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I guess it worked out anyway.
[ unfortunately, the only reason a confession here happened was because of scien's actions. ]
[ their cuddling was their only saving grace. even still, it's up in the air if they'll manage to do it again without being feverish to blame. ]
After Scien? No thanks.
[ but he realises how unromantic this is as well and it's almost implying that the bar to clear is sc*en, so shortly after as a follow-up, he mumbles: ]
I never really wanted to date anyone other than you, anyway…
[ kitten has been found dead in a ditch so many times ]
[ oh my god? they are holding hands... they are literally never going to progress to the kissing stage unless they are somehow even more delirious than they already have been. ]
[ they're those fifty volume shoujos where it takes ten years for them to progress to any given stage. it's fine. there has to be some kind of counter force to the other thread.
but oh god. he'd been trying to drag thorns back to his room and now he's frozen in place again. it takes him an embarrassingly long moment to remember what he was even doing in the first place.
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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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scien has not come in peace tho and he just very calmly says he needs to get a sample now one way or another. elysium owes him a date so he will start there?
oh my god why is everyone in thorns' department crazy ]
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thorns is also wondering this though, but in the sense of why did elysium pick this guy of all people. thorns just sighs. ]
Hold on.
[ he retreats...
and then comes back with one of the samples he took at the school, and hands it over. ]
Now go.
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but scien just takes the sample and looks at it questioningly… he supposes this is acceptable for now? he expects to see the both of them at school soon or he'll have to escalate again, turning on his heel with little fanfare. ]
Wasn't that pretty important to you…?
[ THEY BROKE INTO SCHOOL AT 4AM FOR WHAT!!!! ]
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[ he would have just walked in and sat down on their couch if he didn't get at least something to appease him.
thorns does miss his sample though... he sighs. ]
You couldn't pick someone else to go on a date with?
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[ lobs the hot potato at thorns
they continue to have the most romantic conversations while covered with now dried soup. they're crusty. ]
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[ thorns was not going to involve himself in elysium's romantic affairs? ]
Anyway, I didn't know he would also treat a date the same way.
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[ he would've said something if it were the other way around? probably? they don't know sc*en is more romo than both of them combined. ]
Whatever. [ it is not whatever because he's going to keep haunting them both. ] We should get cleaned up…
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[ thorns is insane very specifically for his work, after all. is he extremely antisocial in all other aspects of life? yes. but he considers that normal.
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I guess it worked out anyway.
[ unfortunately, the only reason a confession here happened was because of scien's actions. ]
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he takes an extra few beats to blurt it out. ]
Does that means we're dating, then?
[ picks up the conversation in his favour. it's fine. love really does happen at the soup aisle. ]
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this is really like the least romantic few days possible, but here we are. thorns has to think about how funny this is. ]
... Yeah. Unless you still wanted to date other people?
[ he assumes the answer is no???? ]
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After Scien? No thanks.
[ but he realises how unromantic this is as well and it's almost implying that the bar to clear is sc*en, so shortly after as a follow-up, he mumbles: ]
I never really wanted to date anyone other than you, anyway…
[ kitten has been found dead in a ditch so many times ]
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this is now back to being awkward as thorns clearly does not know how to proceed from here. he doesn't respond immediately. ]
Okay. [ uh ] We can date.
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thorns!!!!!!!! he also doesn't respond immediately as this is still blowing his mind somewhat. help. ]
Yeah. [ … ] But before we do anything, we should get cleaned up. Are you still hungry?
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[ even if he were he isn't sure if he'd be able to finish now without throwing up. he pokes at a soup stain on elysium's shirt. ]
You're kind of messy.
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At least my mess isn't on me.
[ …
then, with all the courage he can muster he wraps his hand around thorns'. at this time, lacing fingers is too advanced. ]
C'mon.
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Right.
[ ... ]
Do we introduce each other as boyfriends now...
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but oh god. he'd been trying to drag thorns back to his room and now he's frozen in place again. it takes him an embarrassingly long moment to remember what he was even doing in the first place.
…
!!! explodes in animal crossing flowers. ]
You want to show me off?
[ he looks so happy!!!!!!!!! ]
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