[ 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.
[ and then people are going to ask how far they've gone or the things they done as a couple so far and it'll just be sad clown noises. but, anyway. elysium's room. he hands him a shirt and starts wiping away at his face with a makeup wipe even if his room is right there… boyfriend shirt… ]
Should we start going to class together?
[ elysium's morning classes and thorns' afternoon ones… this is a test of love ]
[ well. thorns is immediately thinking of how their class schedules are not really compatible at all for this. there is a reason thorns does not choose morning classes if he can help it and it's because he is not a morning person.
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he isn't sure if he can do it. even going to the gym early is such a stretch. ]
actually thorns is now just thinking about their schedules and how conflicting in general they are. he accepted the modeling gig because he was trying to find ways to not be around elysium while he was actively dating other people, and now look what happened. ]
[ this is how they've lived in harmony this entire time, through having an hour at most interactions with each other on a regular basis. this is about to be so inconvenient for them when they return to their regular lives…
but that is not a current problem. elysium, optimistic, believes it will simply work itself out. ]
Aren't you? [ he pinches thorns' nose. ] You're dating the hottest guy on campus.
granted, the idea of them being in a relationship is probably going to take at minimum a week to feel real. instead of saying something romantic, he just pinches elysium back. ]
[ this is their flirting… they are so pathetic. it hasn't exactly hit him yet either, and they already had a foot in the door dating-wise, but theoretically they can take this as slowly as would be comfortable.
elysium grips thorns' hands in his. now, to get out all the inconveniences: ]
I can clean up. You should probably start figuring out how much you've missed.
[ a week really is so long to be away from class ]
[ he just can never miss another class ever again this term. but he is at least confident enough in the subject matter to believe it won't be hard to catch up, just time consuming. unfortunately the weekend will not be spent being lovey dovey and will be all homework.
anyway he stands there uselessly for another ten seconds before actually getting changed into the offered shirt. ]
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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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and then he just nods. yeah, sure, whatever you say princess. ]
... If that's fine.
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Yeah!
[ and then people are going to ask how far they've gone or the things they done as a couple so far and it'll just be sad clown noises. but, anyway. elysium's room. he hands him a shirt and starts wiping away at his face with a makeup wipe even if his room is right there… boyfriend shirt… ]
Should we start going to class together?
[ elysium's morning classes and thorns' afternoon ones… this is a test of love ]
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he isn't sure if he can do it. even going to the gym early is such a stretch. ]
We can try...
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this will be the shortest honeymoon period known to man. ]
Okay. I'll wait for your classes to finish, too.
[ look how fair!!!!! ]
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actually thorns is now just thinking about their schedules and how conflicting in general they are. he accepted the modeling gig because he was trying to find ways to not be around elysium while he was actively dating other people, and now look what happened. ]
You look happy.
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but that is not a current problem. elysium, optimistic, believes it will simply work itself out. ]
Aren't you? [ he pinches thorns' nose. ] You're dating the hottest guy on campus.
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granted, the idea of them being in a relationship is probably going to take at minimum a week to feel real. instead of saying something romantic, he just pinches elysium back. ]
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elysium grips thorns' hands in his. now, to get out all the inconveniences: ]
I can clean up. You should probably start figuring out how much you've missed.
[ a week really is so long to be away from class ]
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[ he just can never miss another class ever again this term. but he is at least confident enough in the subject matter to believe it won't be hard to catch up, just time consuming. unfortunately the weekend will not be spent being lovey dovey and will be all homework.
anyway he stands there uselessly for another ten seconds before actually getting changed into the offered shirt. ]
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