[ thorns blows himself up and drags his corpse to campus...
considering he is already not the type to send a lot of texts he just stares at his phone for a good part of the day wondering what is normal dating behavior. they started this relationship in such an unorthodox manner that he doesn't know what to do... ]
well, the exchange does make him feel somewhat better about himself. he will still wonder if he's being too clingy, but it's fine… they can drop hanging out in the mornings and just see each other after class?
he has a few hours to kill between the end of his and thorns that he spends with various people asking him where he's been, but he will eventually find himself back in thorns' department.
the way he immediately has to pvp sc*en again the things he does for love ]
[ hilariously the reason thorns finds out elysium is there is because he hears someone talking about how some guy is arguing with scien. while that is not too unusual, the fact that they don't recognize who it is means it's someone who doesn't normally hang around the lab area.
thorns wanders over... and raises a hand in greeting. is elysium dead. ]
[ thorns is just like, who the hell is he secretly meeting up with on campus? kitten?? is he being taken to a place elysium used to make out with his ex at???
he just nods... ]
It'll be easier.
[ he is still examining him. a few people are squinting at them questioningly. ]
There's a nice spot near the library that can act as our halfway point. I'd show you now, but…
[ can thorns at least voice his concerns so elysium can defend his honour? no? okay…
…
there is a needle-sized hole on one of his sleeves. if thorns notices it, he tries his best to distract by making a grab for thorns' hand. ]
I have to make it for my part-time job. Sorry.
[ he looked terrible in the morning and he still looks terrible now, but that's all dependent on whether or not thorns has the discerning eye for makeup in this timeline unlike the other. he's fine!!!! ]
[ thorns is truly the worst for falling back to sleep... he needs to repent for his misdeeds.
for now, though, his hand slowly reaches for elysium's. and then stops. there are people around. he instead grabs the bottom of elysium's shirt and tugs. ]
[ or he doesn't and they just continue their clown show ad infinitum ]
Sure.
[ he remembers what thorns said about wanting to show him off (he did not say this) and meets him halfway by taking his hand in his. his body already being in overdrive after pulling an all nighter makes it difficult to tell how much of his heart rate is attributed to this gesture, but he'll live, even if he is never fully recovering. ]
[ he doesn't expect thorns to ask considering he's never asked before, and almost blurts out—what? but that's one crisis averted, and he just gives the same answer he gives everyone else. ]
Oh. I'm interning at the company you're modeling for. Officially, I'm supposed to help with marketing, but I'm really just sitting in meetings looking pretty and taking minutes.
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a minute passes before the next response comes. ]
Sorry.
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I'll see you after class 😊
[ there are so many problems but elysium will mention none of them
the honeymoon lasted ten minutes ]
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considering he is already not the type to send a lot of texts he just stares at his phone for a good part of the day wondering what is normal dating behavior. they started this relationship in such an unorthodox manner that he doesn't know what to do... ]
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well, the exchange does make him feel somewhat better about himself. he will still wonder if he's being too clingy, but it's fine… they can drop hanging out in the mornings and just see each other after class?
he has a few hours to kill between the end of his and thorns that he spends with various people asking him where he's been, but he will eventually find himself back in thorns' department.
the way he immediately has to pvp sc*en again the things he does for love ]
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thorns wanders over... and raises a hand in greeting. is elysium dead. ]
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he is not dead (yet), but he is currently cornered while scien has another syringe in hand. what the hell is this department. ]
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thornsb hurries over. this is the fastest anyone has seen him move? but he is grabbing onto elysium's arm and yanking him towards him. ]
Let's go.
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he lets himself be dragged until they're finally out and in the clear(?) ]
I don't think I should be waiting around your building…
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I guess I can't let you go unsupervised...
[ it's mumbled more to himself than to elysium. ]
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Mm. What do you think of a secret meetup spot? I know plenty on campus.
[ how. why. but this is romantic, isn't it? ]
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he just nods... ]
It'll be easier.
[ he is still examining him. a few people are squinting at them questioningly. ]
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[ can thorns at least voice his concerns so elysium can defend his honour? no? okay…
…
there is a needle-sized hole on one of his sleeves. if thorns notices it, he tries his best to distract by making a grab for thorns' hand. ]
I have to make it for my part-time job. Sorry.
[ he looked terrible in the morning and he still looks terrible now, but that's all dependent on whether or not thorns has the discerning eye for makeup in this timeline unlike the other. he's fine!!!! ]
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thorns blinks. okay. ]
I didn't know you had to work today.
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I have a lot to make up for. Still, I wanted to at least walk you home.
[ walk in this case is drive but whatever ]
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for now, though, his hand slowly reaches for elysium's. and then stops. there are people around. he instead grabs the bottom of elysium's shirt and tugs. ]
We can go.
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Sure.
[ he remembers what thorns said about wanting to show him off (he did not say this) and meets him halfway by taking his hand in his. his body already being in overdrive after pulling an all nighter makes it difficult to tell how much of his heart rate is attributed to this gesture, but he'll live, even if he is never fully recovering. ]
Class not too bad today?
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[ which was annoying because people need to not pay attention to him.
he is staring at their hands though. whoa. ]
You?
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About the same. People were saying how the atmosphere isn't the same without me around. Heheh. It's tough being the campus Adonis.
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[ well
he supposes it would be a lot quieter without elysium so he won't argue against that. ]
... What's your job?
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Oh. I'm interning at the company you're modeling for. Officially, I'm supposed to help with marketing, but I'm really just sitting in meetings looking pretty and taking minutes.
[ he shrugs. ]
They keep trying to get me to model for real.
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I'm still surprised you haven't agreed to that.
[ the fact that elysium refused to show his face in the pictures that were taken of him is also weird, considering how vain he is. ]
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[ sniffs. ]
I'll be a wanted man.
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thorns just shakes his head. no. ]
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[ he squeezes thorns' hand tight. is this a bit? it's a shitty bit. ]
Aren't you glad you don't have to share me with the world?
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but he takes a moment to think over his response before actually speaking. ]
Yeah. I am.
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