sends a screenshot of his home screen without additional context. it's another unobstructed angle except of their shot together… then goes back to work pleased.
[ they are college students kicking their feet over things high schoolers would find cringe…
but it's true, thirty minutes after the fact elysium wonders if he's being too much? was it too soon to set them as his wallpaper? looking at it gives him strength to go on, though… this cycles at least three more times during the evening, at which the end he slaps his face and tells himself to lock in.
[ they are... so stupid. this is what happens when one person doesn't think about relationships and the other was pining so hard they missed out on proper romance for years.
thorns stays up... granted it is partly because of how much work he needs to catch up on, but does he work on it a little slower than usual? perhaps.
listen he just wants to be able to say goodnight it's fine. living with your boyfriend is terrible actually. ]
in his defense, even though he should never have a defense, he's only an utter embarrassment when he's alone. once work picks up and people flit in and out to talk to him, he loses himself in it for the last few hours, enough that by the time he finally stumbles home, it's well past midnight.
he moves quietly, as he always does. but a small, traitorous part of him hopes thorns is still awake, even though he knows it's probably better if he isn't.
he peeks around the corner. he's a ninja in his own home. ]
but his bedroom door is open, and he's sitting at his desk, typing away. so whenever elysium walks down the hallway, he will see him unless he suddenly goes blind the exact moment he neads his doorway. ]
[ he will dutifully follow after him. if they were more comfortable with each other, thorns would try to fix his hair for him and be very bad at it. since they are nowhere near that point, thorns allows him to be a mess. ]
[ he will scream into a pillow later when he realises he looked liked a wreck. but, anyway. they've known each other for years what is wrong with them.
give him another few seconds of rummagingz and voila! prints and fake polaroids! of both their shots together and of himself. he flares them out like one would a wad of cash. ]
Momentos! I figured you wouldn't care too much about getting the magazine. Whenever you need a pick-me-up, what better to look at than my face?
[ why is thorns doing this here too? the aura emitting from elysium grows more insufferable for every second thorns' gaze lingers on a picture of him. die. ]
If you don't want them I can always take them back.
but they don't really have photos together, except ones from when they were much younger and before the friend breakup. so this is.... interesting, to look at. ]
[ —what a great time to snap out of his reverie. he immediately flushes, arms crossing over his chest in a poor attempt at self-defense as affront flickers across his face. it gives thorns a sliver of personal space back, though he still hasn't made any move to step away. ]
What? [ HELLO ] Why would you kick me? What's with the violence towards your boyfriend?
[ clearly elysium had been thinking thorns should be doing something else, ]
thorns just continues to look at elysium. he tries to snatch the photos away again now that he is more distracted though. ]
What did you want to do?
[ it's not hard to realize that kick sounds a little like another word, but he doesn't want to jump to that conclusion. maybe elysium is just experiencing hearing loss. ]
sputters helplessly when the photo's snatched away. but he's learned his lesson about pursuing in this case, so instead he clears his throat and tries to be the bigger person.
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then he plants both hands squarely on thorns' shoulders. ]
We haven't gone on a date yet, Thorns.
[ delivers this while he is gripping tightly and so seriously ]
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sends a screenshot of his home screen without additional context. it's another unobstructed angle except of their shot together… then goes back to work pleased.
hehe ]
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the beginning stages of a relationship where you doki but don't know how okay it is to mention you doki'd. ]
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but it's true, thirty minutes after the fact elysium wonders if he's being too much? was it too soon to set them as his wallpaper? looking at it gives him strength to go on, though… this cycles at least three more times during the evening, at which the end he slaps his face and tells himself to lock in.
do it for… him!!!!! ]
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thorns stays up... granted it is partly because of how much work he needs to catch up on, but does he work on it a little slower than usual? perhaps.
listen he just wants to be able to say goodnight it's fine. living with your boyfriend is terrible actually. ]
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in his defense, even though he should never have a defense, he's only an utter embarrassment when he's alone. once work picks up and people flit in and out to talk to him, he loses himself in it for the last few hours, enough that by the time he finally stumbles home, it's well past midnight.
he moves quietly, as he always does. but a small, traitorous part of him hopes thorns is still awake, even though he knows it's probably better if he isn't.
he peeks around the corner. he's a ninja in his own home. ]
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but his bedroom door is open, and he's sitting at his desk, typing away. so whenever elysium walks down the hallway, he will see him unless he suddenly goes blind the exact moment he neads his doorway. ]
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he'll loiter around his door for another minute; if he doesn't say anything, he'll shower and get ready for bed, he supposes… ]
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when elysium steps out of the shower, thorns is peeking out of his room. hi. ]
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just kidding. he just makes something of a strangled noise and covers his face with his towel in embarrassment.
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lowers… ]
Was I too loud&hellip?
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[ he had just been waiting at his desk, also overthinking it like elysium was. this is a nightmare. ]
How was work?
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he shakes. does thorns still feel bad. is that why he's up. (thorns is usually up late anyway…) ]
Same old, same old. Just with more hours. Are you almost caught up with yours?
[ awkwardly starts toweling his hair more dry. it's already dry. ]
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thorns looks back at his laptop. the screen has already gone dark because he has been away from it for so long, standing at the door. it's fine. ]
Yeah... I got a lot of assignments done. They gave me an extension for deadlines I missed because of your dean friend.
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[ don't sound so shocked. this is why she hates him. but the toweling slows and he pads to the backpack he'd slung over a chair.
his hair is so messy from the unnecessary toweling… it's bad when he doesn't even realise it himself. ]
Actually… since you're up? I got some more freebies from work. C'mere.
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What is it?
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give him another few seconds of rummagingz and voila! prints and fake polaroids! of both their shots together and of himself. he flares them out like one would a wad of cash. ]
Momentos! I figured you wouldn't care too much about getting the magazine. Whenever you need a pick-me-up, what better to look at than my face?
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he will reach over to take them so he can flip through the photos. does he stay on the ones with elysium longer? perhaps. ]
Did you steal these?
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If you don't want them I can always take them back.
[ attempts to swipe them away. ]
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but they don't really have photos together, except ones from when they were much younger and before the friend breakup. so this is.... interesting, to look at. ]
You can't just take a gift back.
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there is the belated realisation that this puts them in a position where they are pressed incredibly close together and
he's just left staring. hi. ]
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what do you do in this situation? kick him? should he kick him? this is such a pulling pigtails response, but thorns brain is not working properly.
thorns stares at him. ]
I just almost kicked you.
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huh. ]
I think you should.
[ says the first thing that filters through his mind. both their brains are not working. ]
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[ thorns is not at a point where he would immediately leap to calling elysium a masochist, but he does raise an eyebrow.
while continuing to make no effort to move away. ]
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What? [ HELLO ] Why would you kick me? What's with the violence towards your boyfriend?
[ clearly elysium had been thinking thorns should be doing something else, ]
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thorns just continues to look at elysium. he tries to snatch the photos away again now that he is more distracted though. ]
What did you want to do?
[ it's not hard to realize that kick sounds a little like another word, but he doesn't want to jump to that conclusion. maybe elysium is just experiencing hearing loss. ]
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sputters helplessly when the photo's snatched away. but he's learned his lesson about pursuing in this case, so instead he clears his throat and tries to be the bigger person.
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then he plants both hands squarely on thorns' shoulders. ]
We haven't gone on a date yet, Thorns.
[ delivers this while he is gripping tightly and so seriously ]
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