✧ — peach iced tea.

[boba]

this post is so clean

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[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?

[oversea]

[ elysium gets a response at 6am, ]

Yearg

[ okay. thank you thorns. ]

[transmit]

[ somehow elysium is still awake. he is so tired he's not thinking about the optics of these timestamps, but hopefully thorns won't too… ]

I don't know if you saw, but I got them as part of a promotion.
Sooooooooo

No need to feel bad!!!! Think of everything as pretty much free, yeah?

[ this is how it works ]

[oversea]

Okay
Goodnight.

[ it is so apparent thorns is struggling to stay awake and that he might fall back to sleep at any moment. ]

Wait
Your dinner

[transmit]

[ he


did not have dinner… but he can fix this ]

What do you mean, dinner? It's 6. It's time for breakfast.

[ he can fix this but then it takes ten minutes to ]

oats

[oversea]

[ ELYSIUM.......... D*E!!!!! ]

Picture

[transmit]

[ he's busier trying to feed thorns than he is himself it's hard out here

also, his bowl is literally just oats. the optics are so questionable. another ten minutes later (is thorns even alive through this), he sends a photo of oats with yogurt and horribly chopped fruit, edited to the brink of absurdity with a bunch of stickers to distract from how ugly it actually looks. ]

Healthy, no?

[oversea]

[ elysium you are a fool.

five minutes pass before elysium gets a reply, ]

Yum m

[ and now he's asleep ]

[transmit]

[ SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (there is a chat history.) ]

Sleep well 😊

[oversea]

[ there is a chat history.

but thorns does not contact him again for the rest of the day. must be sleepy. ]

[transmit]

[ he is in better spirits after that short exchange…

later in the day, another picture! today's friend is a skrunkly black cat; in front of it is a milk bowl. it looks newly purchased. ]

Doesn't he look like you?

[ the next picture is of elysium's bare forearm. there is a gnarly red scratch… ]

He even acts like you.