bursts into tears

[oversea]

Comments

[oversea]

[ elysium will receive a picture

it is of thorns doing a thumbs up. he lives... ]

[transmit]

What happened to the rest of you

[ he sends a backseat car selfie… hi…

look how dressed up he is for no reason. ]

[oversea]

Do you have an important meeting or something?

[ he ignores elysium's question. ]

[transmit]

Lunch with my parents and their colleagues
I might die

[oversea]

[ oh


there is a few minutes with no reply, but then elysium is sent another picture. it's a selfie of thorns doing a thumbs up. he is wearing one of the shirts that elysium had left behind as a sleep shirt...

this could be seen as being romantic and needy but it was really just thorns mixing up laundry. ]

[transmit]

[

he is so overwhelmed with emotion. he makes such a startled sound the driver asks him if he's okay. he is… he thinks?

reacts to the picture with every heart emoji in existence ]

Nevermind
I'll live

[oversea]

Let me know how things go.

[ thorns will go and try to be a productive member of society in the meantime (it takes him another hour to properly get up and leave his room). ]

[transmit]

[ pulls himself up from the metaphorical floor to ask a question he nearly forgets to ]

Tell me what you're having to eat and I will

[oversea]

Probably toast or something
Maybe a sandwich.

[transmit]

Make a sandwich

It's more filling

[ … ]

If I don't put my phone away, they're threatening to take it again so
Talk to you later
hopefully

[oversea]

Okay
Bye.
Don't say hopefully you will.

[transmit]

[ the lunch takes four hours. do lunches usually take four hours? they do now.

does thorns say anything in between now and then… his messages do not get a read receipt whatsoever. ]

[oversea]

[ he dutifully sends meal pics.......... despite the silence.......

at a certain point he is back to thinking about committing a crime against this company... ]

[transmit]

[ this is how one gathers the strength to live

well, whenever he gets around to it, anyway. another full hour passes after lunch; it's practically dinner by the time he finally does. but when he does! the first thing he sends is—

a picture of a shooting star. it still has the g*ttyimages watermark plastered right in the middle. ]

Make a wish.

[ don't ruin this and their immersion ]

[oversea]

[ NOT THE FUCKING WATERMARK

thorns just stares at this text. ]

Will the wish be copyrighted?

[transmit]

[ HE HAD ONE JOB!!!!!!!!!!!!! ]

Never mind. Privilege revoked.

Are you having dinner?

[oversea]

I'm making it.

Did you make a wish?

[transmit]

I was gonna say wish granted as a bit but it's too late for that
You didn't answer my question

[oversea]

[ ???? ]

I'm figuring out what to eat now.

[transmit]

[ a guy tries to be cute about something and has to eat shit as a result. romance is dead ]

What are your options?

[oversea]

Chili
Hot dogs

I guess I can make chili dogs.

[transmit]

huh




You actually cook? Make two servings since you barely had anything earlier

[oversea]

[ hot dogs are the easiest thing in the world... ]

I don't even even know what you ate today.

[transmit]

[ okay, well. thorns made a blender explode. anything can happen. ]

Would I lie about having lunch with my parents??
We had food.

[ this, too, is thorns larp. ]

[oversea]

You didn't send a picture so it might as well didn't happen.