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[transmit]

HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

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[transmit]

[ ELYSIUM'S BOYFRIEND? ]

But you only opted for his because I wasn't around…?

[oversea]

[ he gave him his transceiver... ]

It's not like I told him that.

[transmit]

I'm not asking for his opinion. I'm asking for yours.

[oversea]

[ hm...

he is thinking about this very seriously. ]

We didn't do this.

[ he wiggles his fingers. this is next level hand holding. ]

[transmit]

[ His grip instinctively tightens. ]

I'm doing this so you don't run away. Of course.

[oversea]

You ran away more often.

[ thorns should be the one holding onto him? ]

Did you ever get a roommate?

[transmit]

Even so, the person who set the tone is the one who should be blamed.

[ mumbles. ]

I didn't. Maybe that's part of why I feel so comfortable right now? I went back to trying to put up with it…

[oversea]

I can't really be a friend if you're uncomfortable around me.

[ ... although there are still problems with this setup, since so much that built up their relationship is missing from one end. ]

Elysium?

[transmit]

[ clearly they have just proven that memories are good for nothing and all you need are vibes. what problems. ]

Mm?

[oversea]

[






zzzzzzz... ]

[transmit]

[ aaaaa

…

He is so drowsy but he peels his eyes open long enough to witness this… and drags himself up long enough to carry Thorns into bed.




Does the things where he sits on the floor while still holding his hand before promptly falling asleep with his head against the bed frame. It's fine. ]