[ 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. ]
thorns realizes that he isn't moving so he turns back to look at him. why is he blushing? that's going to make thorns blush but he doesn't even know why. ]
[ unfortunately, because thorns is not privy to all of elysium's innermost thoughts, this just annoys him? hello? why is he acting like they have an entire foot of height difference here. ]
[ he is a third of a foot of a difference and in his world he rounds up.
but thorns animosity is so funny. there are so many ways he could defuse this and potentially correct the misunderstanding but he thinks this is more amusing.
so, instead, his gaze just drops to thorns' thighs where his shirt hangs low. cute. ]
he keels over with a yelp and stays on the floor for a good minute as the pain recedes. what the fuck!!! ]
Where did I lie? [ SHRIEKS FROM HIS BEDROOM!! ] Don't hate just because you can't accept the truth, man!
[ the funniest thing would be thorns managing to outlift him by the end of this and i think he should. elysium deserves everything bad that happens to him ever. ]
[ absolutely no one would be able to tell they're dating.
but thorns will message his professors... and this is where he is told that someone actually contacted them in his behalf and they will send him everything he missed? thorns is confused because the only person who knows he missed everything is elysium, who is also too sick to do this, but it turns out it was kal'tsit. apparently having a dean vouch for you lets you get away with missing a week of class with assignment extensions.
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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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[ thorns is fine but is elysium.
he will stand here uselessly forever seeing thorns in his shirt unless he reminds him to exist. is he even breathing? questionable. ]
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thorns realizes that he isn't moving so he turns back to look at him. why is he blushing? that's going to make thorns blush but he doesn't even know why. ]
What's up...?
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[ he is not tiny.
but he has this revelation and places a hand on thorns' head like he is… ]
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Huh?
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but thorns animosity is so funny. there are so many ways he could defuse this and potentially correct the misunderstanding but he thinks this is more amusing.
so, instead, his gaze just drops to thorns' thighs where his shirt hangs low. cute. ]
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thorns reaches over to grab elysium's chin, similar to what scien had did to him earlier, but he just pushes his head upward. no looking down... ]
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except.
the operative word here is 'could'. his laugh probably says so much. ]
You shouldn't skip leg day.
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he kicks him in the shin then turns around to go to his own room. ]
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he keels over with a yelp and stays on the floor for a good minute as the pain recedes. what the fuck!!! ]
Where did I lie? [ SHRIEKS FROM HIS BEDROOM!! ] Don't hate just because you can't accept the truth, man!
[ the funniest thing would be thorns managing to outlift him by the end of this and i think he should. elysium deserves everything bad that happens to him ever. ]
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but thorns will message his professors... and this is where he is told that someone actually contacted them in his behalf and they will send him everything he missed? thorns is confused because the only person who knows he missed everything is elysium, who is also too sick to do this, but it turns out it was kal'tsit. apparently having a dean vouch for you lets you get away with missing a week of class with assignment extensions.
wowie. ]
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but elysium will also crawl to his desk to get his ducks in a row… and then he just
disappears? leaves like he'd always done without saying anything? habits die hard. ]
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when thorns hears the door open and close he steps out in confusion. okay. he relocates to the living room to work there instead... ]
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he comes back three hours later and tries to crash on the couch… only to catch himself before nearly colliding into thorns. ]
What are you doing out here?
[ HIS COUCH ]
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I was waiting for you to come back.
[ because he's still sick and HE JUST LEFT?? ]
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… ]
I'm back?
[ why does this sound like a question ]
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[ thorns realizes he's being really weird so he just picks up his laptop and returns to his room.
they need to breakup he's already turning into a stalker creep... ]
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