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[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. ]

[oversea]

[ this is a fair point to make, but thorns is still offended anyway. hello?




he pinches elysium's side. die. ]

[transmit]

[ thorns pinches him and he just tries to reciprocate by drawing him into a hug annoyingly. ]

Mi vida… [ whines!! ] We're raising him together, are we not?

[oversea]

[ they can only have animals as children because if they had an actual person the child would get so shit of their sick. ]

... yes.

[ he has to admit that. ]

You're lucky I like you.

[transmit]

[ their hypothetical human child would run away from home the first chance they got. which would be perfectly on brand for a kid they've raised, but just because they did it, it does not mean their child should do the same.

… ]

You love me.

[ he leans in and bites at thorns' neck. who knew it was even possible for them to get worse at getting from destination to destination? they haven't even passed the guard. help ]

[oversea]

[ they are so annoying. thorns would sit here and make out with elysium but their baby is starting to walk along without them

he is forced to go after him... ]

We should get out of here.

[ easier said than done apparently!!! ]

[transmit]

[ they* are forced to go after him… ]

Right…

[ he sulks even more at being blueballed. it is once again so hard to be a parent. they made a mistake. ]

[oversea]

[ they can keep holding hands cutely it's fine.

the guard sees them approach. thorns is ignoring him. ]

[transmit]

[ elysium has an intrusive thought.

what if… they just walk past and not say anything?

…



the guard makes no effort to stop them. okay. elysium loses a few more points from his common sense in the process. ]

[oversea]

[ fucking help.

they are out of the village. thorns slowly turns to look at elysium. ]

I'm surprised you didn't say something.