[ was drugging docybara good for him. elysium does not say this aloud.
docybara, meanwhile, attempts to soothe his tummyache by biting thorns' hand thinking it is something edible. he does not comprehend that gorging himself is precisely what got him into this mess in the first place, nor is he really looking at what he's trying to eat, eyes shut closed. good things comes from hand… (food.) hand food?
they're definitely going to have to say goodbye to everyone because of this. or even stay another day… or two… they can't possibly leave their baby behind for the third time. hm. that is decidedly not the charm. ]
Right. Yeah. There should be some in the farmhouse for the other animals. I'll look for something for pain relief and indigestion.
[ nyooms off so he doesn't have to think about his crimes ]
[ thorns just pets his baby as he waits. is the diet at the farm bad...? clearly, it is the farmers at fault? he currently has no reason to think that elysium did this so it is not crossing his mind.
he waits as his hand gets slobbered on. this really is going to delay them. ]
[ there should never be reason to mistrust elysium ever that's thorns' innocent bbbb.
but he comes back in ten with an armful of different bottles, approaching close enough for thorns to have his pick. he is trying to look as nonchalant as possible. ]
[ he does deserve this he worked very hard to find and bring thorns supplies. he kisses him back because he can but also to distract him from thinking about this too deeply…… ]
I wonder how that happened? [ COUGHS ] Is there anything else I can help you with?
[ HE JUST WANTED TO WEEN DOCYBARA OFF OF QUESTIONABLE DRUGS!!!!!!! their child would get grumpy when he didn't get his next hit…
elysium watches this unfold and nods solemnly, primarily focusing on rubbing docybara's belly. ]
If the medicine doesn't end up working out, I found laxatives.
[ docybara may not know what they are, but he does not like the sound of it. he lets out another pitiful whine, quieting only when elysium rubs him more insistently. ]
Shh, shh. We're doing our best so you'll feel better.
It'd be pretty awkward to say bye if we end up not leaving tonight. [ … ] But yeah, there are things we can probably get done without looking too suspicious.
thorns is wondering if he should knock their child out again because it worked so well the first time. yes that first instance is what eventually lead to this but, again, thorns is not aware of that so it doesn't count. ]
[ this also assumes there are people they can foist docybara on during their travels, effectively acting as his guardians at any given time. this argument is so flawed. ]
Do you think we weren't ready?
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We didn't even raise him from the start. That sounds more like it—his first parents failed him.
[ elysium just watches thorns go… dissociating from his role in this disaster…
he'll just go and put away the medicines they didn't end up using and pocketing what they might. when thorns returns, he'll find elysium and the farmer engaged in conversation. ]
[ it was such a struggle to leave because the doctor wanted more pets... life is cruel.
but thorns will walk over to join them. he never once considers this might be a private conversation because he doesn't think those exist between other people and them anymore. ]
elysium's covering his bases and asking if docybara's been getting into food he shouldn't be. elysium is such an earnest worker that he doesn't question this at all?
in a few weeks he might belatedly realise it's impossible, but by then they should be long gone… the mystery can never be solved.
but much like private conversations no longer exist, nor does public decorum. he naturally pulls thorns in his arms as they continue talking, patting thorns' head to express what a good job he's done and is doing (by being right here). ]
[ they are so annoying, everything was easier when they were shy. maybe not easier for them specifically but for everyone else around them.
thorns leans against him, pleased. he is convinced that the farmer is definitely letting the doctor into things he shouldn't be and doesn't want to admit it. he just can't prove it (he's wrong). ]
The Doctor is settling down, it seems like the medicine is working.
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thorns looks over at elysium. ]
Can you go get some medicine? Make sure it's safe for an animal. I don't have time to make it myself.
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docybara, meanwhile, attempts to soothe his tummyache by biting thorns' hand thinking it is something edible. he does not comprehend that gorging himself is precisely what got him into this mess in the first place, nor is he really looking at what he's trying to eat, eyes shut closed. good things comes from hand… (food.) hand food?
they're definitely going to have to say goodbye to everyone because of this. or even stay another day… or two… they can't possibly leave their baby behind for the third time. hm. that is decidedly not the charm. ]
Right. Yeah. There should be some in the farmhouse for the other animals. I'll look for something for pain relief and indigestion.
[ nyooms off so he doesn't have to think about his crimes ]
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he waits as his hand gets slobbered on. this really is going to delay them. ]
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but he comes back in ten with an armful of different bottles, approaching close enough for thorns to have his pick. he is trying to look as nonchalant as possible. ]
How's the Doctor doing…?
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[ he kisses elysium on the cheek for being a good vet assistant (he doesn't deserved this), and then peers at the bottles before making his choices. ]
We might have to leave later tonight or tomorrow. We won't get far if he's not feeling well.
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I wonder how that happened? [ COUGHS ] Is there anything else I can help you with?
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[ the pets can be a distraction...
thorns decides he must be better at feeding his child than this farm was. it was not the farm that did this. ]
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elysium watches this unfold and nods solemnly, primarily focusing on rubbing docybara's belly. ]
If the medicine doesn't end up working out, I found laxatives.
[ docybara may not know what they are, but he does not like the sound of it. he lets out another pitiful whine, quieting only when elysium rubs him more insistently. ]
Shh, shh. We're doing our best so you'll feel better.
[ their child is spoiled ]
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thorns nods solemnly... they have to do what they have to do. ]
We can at least start grabbing the things we need from here for now to make leaving easier later.
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[ tears up. ]
Did you want to keep watch of the Doctor?
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[ he should be fine if he can toddle back into the barn and rest... thorns pats him on the head. ]
I should check how much medicine we have when we go back...
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… ]
I don't think we should be enabling this behaviour.
[ docybara will also get upsetti whenever thorns stops petting. it now associates being sick with getting pampered. ]
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thorns is wondering if he should knock their child out again because it worked so well the first time. yes that first instance is what eventually lead to this but, again, thorns is not aware of that so it doesn't count. ]
I didn't know fatherhood was so difficult.
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Yeah? How about we be uncles instead? I get the feeling you'd prefer that.
[ THEY CAN'T JUST CHANGE THEIR RELATIONSHIPS TO THINGS ON WHIM ]
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he continues patting... ]
We already called ourselves parents.
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Do you think we weren't ready?
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We didn't even raise him from the start. That sounds more like it—his first parents failed him.
[ okay ]
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they didn't give birth to this burdenbeast... ]
That's true. I guess we're uncles.
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but they aren't thorns' uni so elysium just nods sagely. ]
Born to be uncles, forced to be parents. Still, it'd be an entirely different story if you had our children. I know this for sure.
[ he says this despite being wholly unconvinced of thorns' parenting skills now. he can more than compensate for thorns' failings? (no)
do not think too deeply about this. ]
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the doctor is starting to get sleepy from all the pets, which is a.... good sign? maybe? maybe the baby can finally rest. ]
... A chicken next.
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We'll have to raise them from incubation.
[ nods some more. THIS IS EXCESSIVE ]
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Yeah. [ ... ] Come on, Doctor. Let's get you back to the barn.
[ he needs his beauty rest... ]
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he'll just go and put away the medicines they didn't end up using and pocketing what they might. when thorns returns, he'll find elysium and the farmer engaged in conversation. ]
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but thorns will walk over to join them. he never once considers this might be a private conversation because he doesn't think those exist between other people and them anymore. ]
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elysium's covering his bases and asking if docybara's been getting into food he shouldn't be. elysium is such an earnest worker that he doesn't question this at all?
in a few weeks he might belatedly realise it's impossible, but by then they should be long gone… the mystery can never be solved.
but much like private conversations no longer exist, nor does public decorum. he naturally pulls thorns in his arms as they continue talking, patting thorns' head to express what a good job he's done and is doing (by being right here). ]
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thorns leans against him, pleased. he is convinced that the farmer is definitely letting the doctor into things he shouldn't be and doesn't want to admit it. he just can't prove it (he's wrong). ]
The Doctor is settling down, it seems like the medicine is working.
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