✧ — peach iced tea.

[boba]

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[transmit]

¡Hola!

[ this is so pathetic. who knew banging would be the cause of and solution to so many of their problems?

elysium immediately turns on his back-facing camera. it's live footage!! of snail!!! ]

Just trying to expand your social circle. Say hi to your new friend, too?

[ elysium waves his hand in front of the camera… from food to whimsy, he has to make sure thorns gets his enrichment. sniff. ]

[oversea]

[ this is the equivalent of trying to entertain a toddler.

thorns looks at the snail... and waves at it. the snail has no idea this is happening. ]

Are you done for the day?

[transmit]

[ i see you are taking the no banging personally. is thorns' camera even on… can elysium see… ]

No, but I have a few minutes before——dinner.

[ what a completely normal pause. … time to cover it up with aggression. ]

You better not have called just to complain about our war. I don't think Escargot should be dragged into this, either? She's innocent.

[oversea]

[ hm. he is about to comment on the pause when elysium keeps talking. ]

Hm, is there a war? Are you fighting against me?

[ he waits for elysium to explain his position. ]

[transmit]

Aren't we? You keep being stubborn.

[ strangles thorns with his mind. ]

[oversea]

I think you're being the stubborn one...

[ elysium won't let thorns just eat ramen every day? hello? ]

What are you having for dinner?

[transmit]

What's so stubborn about wanting you to eat properly? Answer me.

[ he is holding his answer hostage. ]

[oversea]

You're spending too much money on it.

[ he's going to k word you, elysium. ]

And shouldn't you be focusing on... whatever it is that you're doing?

[transmit]

Stop worrying me so much and I will.

[ he has moved on from strangling to smacking. ]

I don't want to hear it from someone who got sick taking care of me.

[oversea]

You should be thanking me for getting sick...

[ it's muttered, but also it's the only reason they started dating!!! a good(?) thing came from it. stop using it against him. ]

I should be worried about you. Not the other way around.

[transmit]

[ ARE THEY EVEN DATING!!!!!!!!!!

elysium doesn't catch the first part; it's too loud out here. he would be more focused on asking thorns what he said if he weren't so intent on winning the argument. ]

Okay. Give me your reason, then. You're the one who's all alone.

[oversea]

Well, I didn't always live with you, and I survived, didn't I?

[ he has proof that he has not starved to death. ]

You never answered me.

[transmit]

[ he knows thorns struggles to accept love and care, even from his own family.

and even then.

even then, elysium can't help the genuine frustration that rises in his chest. ]

That's like me insisting you were never part of my life before, so there's nothing for you to worry about either. Are you listening to yourself?

[oversea]

That's not the same thing at all–

[ it sounds like he's about to keep speaking, but then he cuts himself off. thorns' expression turns into one of surprise, then annoyance, before he looks back to the screen. ]

Elysium, I have to talk to you later.

[transmit]

[ thorns has never been a convincing actor; that much is undeniable.

and as much as elysium hates the idea of shelving their conversation, especially now that there's something clearly going on with thorns— he can see the way they're skidding toward an argument. disengaging, for now, feels like the only wise choice.

he exhales. ]

… Sure. I might be busy later, but I'll let you know.

[oversea]

Okay.

[ there's a pause, as he isn't really sure what to say after that. he's aware this is an uncomfortable place to hang up on and elysium is already busy enough doing who knows what that he doesn't know when he'll catch him next.

... ]

See you.

[ he hangs up. ]

[transmit]

[ they are making their lives hard for no reason other than they're both stupid and stubborn. he could be the bigger guy and say his bye without sounding terse back, but emotions are high. stress is high. it would be so much easier to just run from all his responsibilities…

later that night: ]

I don't think I'll have time tonight. Sorry.

[oversea]

[ thorns constantly since they started dating: should we breakup?

this really is such a huge leap to make but they have been so bad at dating so far. he highly doubts that the thursday date is going to happen. ]

Rest well.

[transmit]

[ the way elysium has the same thought every so often but he isn't sure if their friendship will ever recover.

is this… how another timeskip into office au happens… ]

You too. Hope everything's fine on your end.

[oversea]

[ this just somehow becomes office au. their relationship blows up so bad elysium becomes a delivery guy.

but thorns once again thinks about how he has no idea what elysium is even doing. ]

Yeah.
See you Thursday?

[transmit]

[ he runs away for real and thorns doesn't ever see or hear of him again until he randomly finds him performing ten different odd jobs to support his new nomadic lifestyle.

there's a gap between the read receipt and his response. are they not going to talk anymore between now and thursday?

this is so awkward. ]

Yeah. Remember to take care of yourself.

[ he goes back to work to get over his relationship stress by adding more to his work stress. wahoo ]

[oversea]

[ a meteor needs to fall from the sky and flatten him.

thorns goes home and spends like an hour staring at the delivered meal kit like it's the worst thing to ever happen to him. he hates it here. he has no idea how to be a good boyfriend.

EXPLODES!!!! ]

[transmit]

[ if it makes thorns feel any better, the box says this one is free as per using someone's code during checkout… 🥺




there's also an apolo-cookie added on. this is pathetic. ]

[oversea]

[ ...

he takes a picture of the prepared meal and sends it to elysium. he expects no answer so he just goes to bed after. ]

[transmit]

[ tears up

it's not that he doesn't want to respond, it's that he can't respond until it's well past midnight…

at around 3AM: ]

Sorry for earlier.

Was it good?