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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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[oversea]

Idiot.

[ he pinches him again. ]

Is that how it works?

[transmit]

It iiiiiiiis.

[ He starts laughing while being pinched… ]

But we might as well go with all three of us if we do. You're hard enough to handle alone as is, and I'm sure she'll be able to handle her liquor at least a little better.

[oversea]

[ thorns can handle it fine, wow. ]

We can do it before we leave here then. It'll be harder to organize back home.

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[ please don't be delusional. ]

We don't know what will happen at the end of the week… so… tomorrow? Or the day after?

[oversea]

Maybe the day after.

[ she might be hungover tomorrow..... ]

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[ Drunk and then hungover and then drunk and then hungover… ]

It's a plan. I'll even get her some cake.

[ ISN'T THERE SOMEONE YOU FORGOT TO ASK?

but I guess we can end this here unless Nat just jumpscares us out of nowhere ]

[paenitete]

[ I THOUGHT THIS WAS JUST FOR ELYTHORNS TO BE GAY IN? WHY WOULD I TAG IN ]

[transmit]

[ SHE STILL HAS TO COME BACK TO THE ROOM EVENTUALLY DON'T BE HOMELESS ]

[paenitete]

[ jumpscares you here.... there's a knock on the door ]

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[ tears up

He's still using Thorns as a lap pillow by the time she makes her return, but the moment he hears the knock, he startles upright. The instant Fiammetta catches even one (1) instance of PDA out of them, she's gone—no question. aaaaaaaaaaaa

His head collides with Thorns' chin. ]

Owwww…

[oversea]

Oi. Are you trying to give me a concussion?

[ elysium your big head

but thorns will carefully dislodge himself from elysium to open the door. ]

[paenitete]

[ hi fiammetta here... she's standing here with one of those cardboard boxes from bostco in her arms. inside is some generic medication for fevers, electrolyte drinks, boxes of tea... basically whatever she could grab that thorns asked for.

also her cheeks are flushed. ]

I'm back. How is he?

[transmit]

[



He's sprawled on the floor. Who knows. ]

[oversea]

He's fine.

[ it looks like elysium is dead but okay

thorns will take the box... ]