✧ — peach iced tea.

[boba]

this post is so clean

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[transmit]

[ unironically, they are the type to go down in history as very good roommates. he keeps so busy it's hard to be lonely, but he does find the time to send a very important message and hour later. ]

Picture

[ this is harassment ]

[oversea]

[ elysium gets a picture!




it is of a trash can. ]

[transmit]

[ what the fuck is this supposed to mean.


he channels his inner thorns. ]

?

[oversea]

[ elysium receives another picture, this one being... their living room window.

a faint reflection of thorns taking the photo can be seen. ]

[transmit]

[ does he think… being cute will distract him…?

… ]

Enhance!

[ it's a zoomed in shot of thorns' reflection, made crunchy and deep-fried. okay. ]

[oversea]

[ what a terrible picture. ]

You next.

[transmit]

[ it is the best picture to ever exist he thinks, and he'll be keeping a copy for himself tucked away forever and ever.



except, he realises he's fucked up; it's time for bed but he's still in the same clothes as when they'd dropped the call? hm. ]

Give me the right pictures and I will.

[ thanks for giving him the excuse to be difficult, thorns ]

[oversea]

[ elysium you ass...

thorns stares at his phone. why is he being punished? he doesn't deserve this at all.

he wanders over to the fridge and rearranges the positions of some things to make it look a little fuller than it actually is. he snaps a picture and sends it...... ]

[transmit]

[ why is making sure thorns is fed a punishment. elysium's the one who's feeling tested by not being there to ensure it personally. he's the worst. ]





If I subscribe to a meal kit service do you think you'll have at least ten minutes every day to put it together.

[ :pikagun: ]

[oversea]

Dont do that.
Those are too expensive.

[ this is said as someone who has looked into that before back before he and elysium moved in together. his last roommate, unsurprisingly, was not highly concerned about thorns' eating habits.

also where's his picture!!! ]

[transmit]

It's less expensive than Ubereats. Your move.

Do you want to be indebted to me for the rest of your life?

[oversea]

I'm not starving.
And more importantly
Where is my picture?

[transmit]

You are such a liar.

[ SAYS THE LIAR

still, it gives him just enough time to change in a hurry and crawl into bed. it's annoyingly comfortable. he hates how comfortable it is. within seconds, he sends the photo of him tucked into bed. just to keep it in spirit of thorns' picture, it's blurry. ]

Happy?

[oversea]

[ elysium is such a cheater.

thorns has no way of knowing he is being scammed, so he is actually pleased by this. ]

Yes.
Go to sleep.

[transmit]

[ he is cheating and his guilty conscience is nagging at him for it but it's fine… he will just not think about it. ]

You have to get groceries tomorrow…

[oversea]

Okay.

You have to send me another picture if I do.

[ elysium will see the 'typing....' message appear and disappear like ten times before the second sentence is sent. ]

[transmit]

[ the way he just




passes out waiting for thorns to finish his message. in theory, he is reading these messages instantly, in practice he is dead with his screen still on.

farewell… ]

[oversea]

[ OKAY

thorns stares at the screen and the fact that he's been left on read. alright.

elysium will wake up to another message of nothing but question marks. ]

[transmit]

[ he wakes up in the morning having no idea about anything so he sees these question marks and thinks they belong to another conversation entirely



sends question marks back ]

[oversea]

[




elysium just gets a read receipt. ]

[transmit]

[ his ass is so doomed with his pile of work but before that: ]





breakfast

[ he sends thorns a picture of toast, bacon, and eggs. ]

[oversea]

I just woke up

[ thus elysium cannot be mad at him for not eating yet.... ]

[transmit]

Okay.




I'm waiting.

[oversea]

[ well.




thorns rolls over and falls back to sleep. ]

[transmit]

[

he would be so mad if he didn't have the modern solution to this.





thirty minutes later, the doorbell rings. it's more food delivery. ]