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[transmit]

[ he leans in closer to thorns, hands laced behind his back. hehehe. ]

Oh? But you were looking. Were you too busy thinking about how sexy I was?

[ tilts his head cutely. ]

I'm good at Ursus, too, if you want to be even more impressed.

[ kills chapter sixteen ]

[oversea]

[ bragging!!!!

thorns unfortunately always thinks elysium is sexy so he can't refute that. he needs to be normal. ]

I guess if we go there then you can handle everything.

[transmit]

I can.



[ hehehehehehehe

he smooches thorns and then rolls himself back onto his feet. ]

It's cold there, though. So maybe not for that long. Just a quick look?

Have you ever seen auroras?

[oversea]

Once, on a mission. But not for long.

[ thorns was kind of busy at the time... on the mission.

so he figures it would be a different experience to just sight seeing with elysium. ]

[transmit]

Then I gotta find a way to pencil it in our schedule.

[ they eventually make their way back to docybara and the cart situation. just to be sure, elysium will check on docybara himself? how are his pupils?

idly, he keeps the conversation going just enough to keep thorns distracted from whatever elysium is doing too carefully. ]

Does this mean I won the bet, by the way?

[oversea]

[ i'm sorry but the baby has been drugged. the plus side is that it doesn't seem to be a concerning dose amount, but it's still enough for someone who is trying to get his child sober to potentially be annoyed.

it's fine. ]

... I guess.

[transmit]

[ AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

he crashes out internally. ]

Okay.

[ he is so preoccupied wondering how much this sets docybara's sobriety back that he can't even celebrate this win properly? this is hateful. ]

…

Anyone you wanted to say bye to other than the couple?

[ clearly elysium doesn't care… ]

[oversea]

Not really.

?[ they technically said bye to the people running the inn when they officially gave the key back, and thorns mentioned to the people running the clinic that they were leaving soon so it won't be a surprise to find them gone. ]

Ready, mi vida?

[transmit]

I'm always ready when it comes to you…

[ he does not sound it…

but he pads back to thorns' side, looking at thorns' hand longingly as if this will heal him. it's different than when he reaches out first? this is ill behaviour. ]

Oh. We do get to see our favourite person on the way out.

[oversea]

You're my favorite person?

[ ...

wait. ]

Oh, the guard.

[transmit]

[ …

he goes ahead and picks thorns' hand up himself, maybe just a little sulkily. ]

Who do you think would fight in a duel between you and him?

[ stop trying to pit thorns in various duels ]

[oversea]

[ elysium you baby

thorns swings their arms automatically. ]

I would.

[transmit]

[ he was this close to making a joke he'd put his wager on the guard, but just for the arm swinging, he has been swayed.

he is more baby than docybara. ]

You would, eyes closed.

The legendary swordmaster claims yet another sword style, another duel. Roaming the land in search of ever-stronger opponents, he sharpens his craft with every clash! Every slash!

Will his feet ever truly find rest?

Even now, he strides down a winding forest road, cloak snapping behind him, drawn towards distant rings of steel. Rumours spread far and wide of a fighter no one has ever bested. That promise of challenge keeps him moving, and though fatigue nips at his heels, his resolve only burns brighter. Because for a man like him, rest isn't found in the quiet corners of the world!

[ he pauses. ]

… I think I like the wandering, humanitarian alchemist scenario better. We don't get the time to settle or any peace if you're a legendary figure. [ … ] No more duels.

[oversea]

[ interesting.

one is definitely safer than the other, but he won't comment on that. it is difficult, because swordsmanship is something that is important to thorns; after all, the whole reason he even met juana and the others is because he was on a journey to master his skills. it does feel a bit like cutting an arm off.

but he doesn't really need limbs if he has elysium. ]

Traveling alchemist, then. We'd need to get a better cart eventually.

[transmit]

[ they only need their hearts to keep living. so true. ]

We need to fix the Doctor's habits, first…

[ mutters ]

[oversea]

Which habits?

[ sorry. they are standing so close to each other. ]

[transmit]

[ help.

how to go about this…

… ]

Don't you think he needs to be a little—healthier?

[oversea]

Does he?

[ he turns his attention to the doctor, frowning slightly. ]

What do you suggest?

[transmit]

More——exercise?

[ look at docybara uncertainly. ]

We should take him running.

[ that will work things out of his system faster, he thinks… ]

[oversea]

[ this idea is kind of stupid but it is also the exact kind of stupid that thorns adheres to. he thinks this is a great plan? especially if docybara is going to be doing more work now, he needs to get strong... ]

... You're right. We should be more mindful of his health needs.

[transmit]

Weren't we going to teach him battle exercises, too? I think we've spoiled him enough.

[ docybara whines. not because he understands when they're saying, but because all this staring is rather suspect? he is only used to positive attention, so he stops to ram into elysium's side.

ow. ]

Hey now. I can't weave you as valiant of a tale if you aren't willing to put in the effort.

[oversea]

He's just getting ahead of himself. He'll be doing more ramming later.

[ thorns, what are you planning for this child...

but he will give their baby a pat. ]

I'll plan out an exercise schedule.

[transmit]

[ elysium thinks they can only go up from a drug problem… even if there's a tiny part of him that's shaking and wondering what the hell thorns is planning.

he nods stiffly…… ]

Without me as the target, I'd hope.

[ … ]

Don't teach him weird things.

[oversea]

Are you implying something?

[ does thorns need to ram elysium too...?

for now he continues patting their son. ]

[transmit]

I'm not implying anything; I'm stating it plainly. If I leave you to come up with things on your own, what if he forgets how to function in society?

[ what does this mean.

like

he has suggested his fair share of absurd ideas, and yes, he has lost more common sense than he realises over this past however long, but he is convinced he still has more of it than thorns. please. ]