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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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[oversea]

Maybe.

[ he is not opening this one, instead just looking at the box before turning his gaze back to elysium. ]

Do you think you're going to find what you're looking for?

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You'd find me to hold hands, but you don't want to go on a date with me? C'mon. We can just go to the library and read.

[ You made him take so much psychic damage on that date and for what… ]

I think so. [ He already knows so. ] You?

[oversea]

Mm.

[ he sets the box on the side of the bed. ]

Let's go on a date then.

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[ Cool. He's going to fix their grip so they're holding hands, no lacing of fingers. This should make it extra date-like, he thinks? Imagine they did all of this and Thorns' box still didn't open. That would be so sad.

But if Thorns doesn't offer up a destination, he'll literally start leading them towards the library. ]

Even if you ended up falling asleep, I'd still count it as one of the better ones. Don't think too deeply of it.

[ so, like. please rest. the other half of the reason why they're going to the library of all places. it's quiet. ]

[oversea]

I'm not going to fall asleep.

[ he says this but his head is still pounding; the small merch is that it does not feel as bad as it did when he was in the lab, but he was in there for long enough it's going to take a while for it to completely fade away.

so, to the library they go. ]

And I'm not thinking too deeply.

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[ Okay. That does not change the fact they're going to the least stimulating place on the planet when all the books there self-help books. They're going to Nostradamus, not the BL library. ]

Uh huh…

[ Elysium, praying for Thorns' downfall in the plush chairs. ]

[oversea]

You can sleep.

[ bitch. ]

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If you want to watch my face that badly, you could just ask.

[oversea]

Who do you think you're talking to?

[ use these lines on hak... ]

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What? It's possible for people to gain an appreciation for aesthetics overnight. I won't judge.

[ Hak tires him so much he doesn't even want to use them on him. But here they are… they can sit in the coziest spot just because they can.

He picks up a random book along the way. ]

[oversea]

[ sure!!!!

but thorns will settle down in a chair to make himself comfortable. ]

You really are reading...

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We're at a library enjoying companionable silence.

[ Just decides this. But he does give a good look around them, contemplative. ]

Want me to read to you?

[oversea]

There's no need.

[ it feels too much like a ploy to get him to sleep via bedtime story. ]

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[




Starts reading anyway. ]

[oversea]

[ OKAY

he is not sure what he expected. but he'll sit and listen to elysium, eventually closing his eyes.

he's not asleep but perhaps giving the illusion of sleep will please elysium... ]

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[ It does.

…

At some point, he stops to ruffle Thorns' hair gently. His hand lingers for a few extra beats, warmth resting without commentary, before he finally withdraws it and turns the page. It's a book on being honest with yourself… ]

[oversea]

[ ....

he just continues to keep his eyes close. this is, at least, helping his headache... ]

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[ …!!

He's the one who starts to doze sitting upright, head nodding off. It really is so awful forcing yourself to fly solo in the manor… Thorns is built different. ]

[oversea]

[ he can ignore a lot of his wants.

but he opens an eye after a while so he can watch elysium, noticing that he isn't reading as steadily anymore. ]

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[ He wanted Thorns to sleep so he could sleep…





snzzzzz… ]

[oversea]

[ ...

he quietly gets up so he can collect the book and set it on a table. ]

Idiot.

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[ is he going to still be there when he jolts awake half an hour later… ]

[oversea]

[ yeah



now he's reading the book. he definitely looks drowsy though, but he is trucking... he looks over at elysium. ]

Morning.

1/2

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[ In a daze, he feels around for Thorns and finds his collar. He tugs him clumsily into a kiss, then——laughs. ]

That should count, right? It's insurance.

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[ just kidding that also does not happen.

He sits uprights, yawns, then slouches again… ]

Learn anything?