bursts into tears

[oversea]

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[oversea]

[ he 100% put something in it that should not go in blenders because he does not hesitate. ]

Are you sure...? [ ... ] Sorry.

[transmit]

It's not like you sabotaged it on purpose so you wouldn't have anything to make smoothies with, right?

[ RIGHT? ]

I'll get you one for Christmas. Just let me use it whenever I'm back.

[oversea]

... Thanks.

[ he is going to learn how much these things cost and he will die. ]

Go to bed.

[transmit]

[ thorns have you considered super high powered blenders that are capable of making you non-grainy smoothies may not be cheap ]

Promise me you'll get something to eat? Or that you'll have a bigger breakfast tomorrow.

[oversea]

[ he has not considered that at all, no. he thinks this might be like $50 at most. ]

I will. What did you have though?

[transmit]

[ unfortunately vitamixes are actually life-changing ]

The smoothie gave me enough of my daily intake for lunch and dinner.

That's why I recommended it to you. Isn't your problem that food's too annoying to eat most of the time?

[oversea]

[ HIS DAILY INTAKE? this is hell.

but ughhh... ]

Fine...

[transmit]

If you add cabbage, maybe it'll taste better to you…

[ this is such cope ]

[oversea]

Does it actually taste good to you?

[ be honest, elysium. ]

[transmit]

No.


It's a matter of survival.

[oversea]

[ that

gets him to laugh. ]

Moron...

[transmit]

[ there's the sound of him gradually laying himself down, and the creak of a mattress. ]

If I'm not healthy, how am I going to finish my work? And if I don't finish my work, how will I get to see you? I don't want to get sick again.

[oversea]

I don't think we would be dating if you didn't get sick...

[ it is horrible to admit this but being deliriously ill pulled so much weight for this relationship. ]

[transmit]

[ thorns is right, but. ]

What does that have to do with not wanting to get sick for Christmas?

[oversea]

How many days do you have?

[ don't change the subject ]

[transmit]

…

I don't know…

[ christmas is like. a week away. ]

I'm trying my best.

[oversea]

[ his baby... is so overworked... ]

Should I let you sleep...?

[transmit]

[





he's already snoozing on call. ]

[oversea]

[ cute.....

thorns just puts his phone down and gets ready for bed. he won't hang up... goodnight. ]

[transmit]

[ when thorns gets back, he can hear elysium muttering numbers incomprehensible to the average mind…

finance bros… ]

[oversea]

[ why is business such a fake degree......

thorns will just send him a text for him to wake up to and get into bed. ]

You're talking in your sleep.

[transmit]

[ he feels the vibration in his sleep and makes a groaning noise… ]

Don't wanna work anymore… my boyfriend… he's going to forget who I am…

[ WAHHHHHH not the on-call ptsd ]

[oversea]

[ oh my god the situation is so dire...

thorns just sighs as he gets comfortable. ]

No he's not...

[transmit]

[






starts sniffling. his (lucien voice) weak tear ducts. ]

[oversea]

Don't cry. Your boyfriend thinks you're doing a good job.

[ and he would do a better one when he stops crying. ]