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[transmit]

[ at some point after it feels like he's been at this for forever: ]

Aren't you going to come? I'll let you use my face.

[ this would probably be sexier if they weren't engaged in trying to win the most stupid fight alive. also, he looks like he wants to k*ll thorns.

why can 't they be normal ]

[oversea]

Why are you making it sound like you're doing me a favor...?

[ thorns is starting to feel self-conscious. is he being timed? hello? weren't they cutely snuggling not that long ago? what happened to that.

but to save them, thorns does finally hit his climax. he covers his face afterward. ]

[transmit]

[ where is the growth formula that turns him into rapunzel his hair has been such a fount of grief… free them…

he tries to pry away thorns' hand so he can continue staring him down. ]

I didn't forget.

[ he has to establish this. ]

[oversea]

[ okay.

thorns isn't sure what to do now. he sits up and looks at elysium with uncertainty. ]

I can give you one...?

[transmit]

No.

[ he moves to stand, wiping away from his eyes. he remembers that he has won and brightens immediately. ]

I'm happy. Let's get cleaned together?

[oversea]

[ okay......

thorns will also stand up and trudge off to grab towels for them so they can wipe themselves off.

he is currently thinking of how docybara is so sweet and loving... the burdenbeast now has a point in his favor for who thorns' favorite is. ]

[transmit]

[ elysium is also sweet and loving?? now that he's content he's back to draping over thorns' shoulders waiting to be wiped. ]

Why did you stop earlier…?

[ he should've let it go!! no!!!! ]

[oversea]

Because you stopped!

[ don't start this again!!!

thorns will start cleaning himself off before he has to dislodge elysium to clean him. ]

[transmit]

[ okay well now that he's gotten his pvp out for the hour, he doesn't instantly rise to fight thorns again. ]

How did I stop?

[ he is going to get to the bottom of this… ]

[oversea]

You just... stopped.

[ the pause only lasted like a second but

to the person getting their d*ck sucked, that second felt like an eternity. ]

[transmit]

[ he is going to think long and hard about the last half hour…

…

…………

he stiffly extracts himself from thorns and starts walking off into the distance. ]

[oversea]

[ HELLO???

well thorns scurried after him. where is he going. ]

Elysium...

[transmit]

[ he is striding with such purpose don't test him.

but he is going in the direction of the river… ]

[oversea]

[ well.

he will just have to deal with being tailed. they are still nude. ]

[transmit]

[ MY NOTIFS

they get to the river and he just stares at his reflection. :) ]

[oversea]

[ ...

he warily wets the towel so he can wipe elysium down as he does this..... ]

[transmit]

[


this is how he very docilely brings his knees up to his chest and sits there in fetal position. do you ever think about how this has been their one and only source of drama for months. wow. ]

[oversea]

[ fucking helppp

thorns watches him for a moment. alright then. he leans against elysium's back and kisses the back of his neck. ]

Mi alma.

[transmit]

[ he sniffles. ]

You still consider me your alma?

[oversea]

[ oh my god

he kisses him again. ]

I consider you my everything.

[ you drama queen ]

[transmit]

[ he peeks up from his knees. they are still naked. ]

Say that again.

[oversea]

You are my everything.

[ punctuated with another kiss.

thorns wants to finish cleaning elysium so bad but he can't until he moves. ]

[transmit]

[ well.

thorns is going to have to clean the both of them up at some point because he just throws his arms over thorns again.

he is… overcome with emotion… he pretty much starts wailing. does thorns know he loves him? he loves him. ]

[oversea]

[ this is such a loving moment that only leaves thorns bewildered. he pats him soothingly and kisses the side of his face. his bbbb....

his bbbb who is overcome with emotions that thorns cannot understand. ]

[transmit]

[ when he's done grieving for the nth time he will quietly sit himself up and take the towels from thorns…

his turn to clean them… they do not need to talk about this ever again (read: until the next time it comes up). ]