bursts into tears

[oversea]

Comments

[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.

[transmit]

[ he takes a screenshot of these exact words and sends it back to thorns. ]

I'll remember this.

[oversea]

[ OKAY!!!!! ]

Cheater

What are you doing?

[transmit]

For making you follow rules you established? Next, you're gonna say what's yours is yours and what's mine is also yours

Open the door

[oversea]

[ that is technically how thorns has been living since elysium left but all his stuff is still here... thorns could point that out but instead he just walks to the door, wondering what the hell did elysium order now... opens it... ]

[transmit]

[ what arrives is…

elysium!!!!!!!!!!!!! an elysium who just stares at thorns dryly with his arms crossed in front of him. ]

I was going to make this a grander affair, but you killed the vibe.


Hi.

[oversea]

[ i don't know what elysium expected from thorns.

who is surprised, despite elysium dropping like fifty hints in the last five minutes. there's a pause and he reaches out to grab him by the wrist and pull him inside. ]

[transmit]

[ …

he tugs thorns back, the motion clumsy and instinctive, like he's trying to pull him into him. being face-to-face like this is suddenly a lot more embarrassing than he'd prepared for. hm. ]

No hi back?

[oversea]

Hi.

[ it's said a little sheepishly. thorns could turn this into a tug of war, but instead he goes along with elysium's pull. perhaps he should have realized elysium was coming but for some reason he was sure that he would have told him beforehand... because thorns would have like someone who is too practical.

... ]

Welcome back.