justacityboy | Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

( knock knock. )

[Opens the door :) ]

Hey girl heyyyy. What's up?

( oh, good, he's here! shinobu smiles brightly, though it curbs to something more sincere quickly. )

Good morning, Urbain! I won't take much of your time. I simply wanted to apologize.

I realized that I was forgetting myself, and that not everyone is used to my more... sharp teasing, or to sharpness in general- not everyone is fresh from a war. You didn't deserve edge for no reason, especially with your own kindness, and I should not have assumed or treated you the same as my more cynical comrades.

I am sorry.

[...ah, yes. This must have been the person who nagged him about his shitty sushi. Urbain's shoulders slightly slump.]

Nah, it's good. I'm usually not that soft-hearted, I've just been having a rough time adjusting here. Kinda the difference between, I dunno, going from being cushy and sheltered into a school where everyone's mean to each other over little things. Not that I've gone to school, but I've seen movies.

But it's good. It's not your fault. I gotta get used to people here being kinda rough.

All the more reason I should have remembered myself. You should not have had to be hurt because I forgot how to be kind.

( it's not a forgiveness she's earned, and she will not accept it. )

Well... I 'ppreciate it, it was nice of you to drop by. You want like, tea or a snack or something while you're here? I made some cookies! Not the ones shaped like little people 'cause I heard that's bad, and I'm keeping it on the down-low. Secret cookies. You want secret cookies?

[Urbain, shut UP]

--Eh? Even after what I've said?

Yeah? You said sorry, we're cool, and I make baller cookies.

[Don't tell the cookies...]

( hm. shinobu has to kill for him now. more than she already would in his defense as a civilian, that is.

he probably shouldn't know this. )

... You're very kind. Thank you.

Kindness makes the world go 'round, they say! Also "treat others the way you wanna be treated" and like, "don't be a dick to retail workers" and other worldly advice like that.

[He's going to give her cookies :) On a cute little plate.]

They're white chocolate chip and strawberry. You're not like, allergic to anything right? 'Cause I just now realised that I Did Not Ask. [yes he emphasizes it like that verbally]

( oh, tiny plate. ... ah, it's a shame mitsuri's not here. they'd get along well, she thinks- she'd adopt him as her own little brother. and then they would make pancakes. she can see it all very clearly. )

I'm not, don't worry. I'd have said something during your first offer to cook otherwise. It looks wonderful!

[It's free time during the day, and Corbeau has been out and about doing things. Mostly, he'd been collecting mushrooms during one of their daily hikes, and because of that he's undoubtedly covered in dirt, spores, and Arceus knows what else. He needs a good shower...so he gathers up his clothes and soap and heads for the shower blocks, ears perked to the sound of one of the showers already running. He glances over at the benches nearby and spots a familiar set of pink clothing...and if he didn't know whose those were just by the color and the text on the ass, he could have just looked underneath the curtain to check for painted toenails.

Humming to himself, loud enough to make sure Urbain may be able to hear over the rush of water, he'll put his things down and shuck his shirt, tilting his head before leaning over to the curtain so he can speak against it.]

Hello, there. Mind if I join you...?

[Urbain is taking his shower because He Too is a dirt boy and doesn't want to be a dirt boy forever. He's midway through washing his hair when he hears someone else come by, thinks nothing of it, and then suddenly there's a voice outside and he Jolts.]

Uh— hi? ["Stop screaming it's just me" energy here, except he's not screaming and he's quickly washing the rest of the suds out of his hair.] It's— these aren't that big, y'know, but I guess so.

[Stop screaming it's just your new mob boss boyfriend!!]

That's the point.

[Corbeau answers helpfully as he glances around to make sure they're truly alone before he shucks his shorts and pulls the edge of the curtain aside, stepping in with Urbain.

Behind Urbain, his chest nearly pressed up against his back. He makes sure to exaggerate his sigh at the feeling of the hot water beating against his skin.]

Thank Arceus the water's warm.

[Hhhhh ohhh hello wow hello wow—

There is No fucking way he's making it out of this alive.]

Y-yeah, it's pretty nice. ...here's the soap. [Passing that over. Not looking at Corbeau.]

Thank you.

[He takes the soap in hand and starts to lather his hands up with it, but he isn't immediately washing himself. Oh no.]

Would you like some help getting your back?

[HhhHHHHhHHhhHhh—]

Oh, uh, yeah, I haven't gotten it yet. If you... don't mind?

[This is a genuine response but also he fears what his dick is gonna do in a second here when he's touched. His ears are burning. Help.]

[Don't worry :) He is not planning anything nefarious :)) he just wants to help!

Anyway, he'll take the soap and start gently lathering up Urbain's shoulders with it, working slowly and methodically...like he's massaging deep into his muscles, almost. He doesn't need to do all that, but he is.

Just like how he doesn't need to lean in and press a tender kiss to the nape of Urbain's neck as he works.]

How has your day been?

[Well, you know, he won't complain about a back massage. It feels too damn good, and he loves to be pampered, highkey. Urbain sighs, letting his shoulders relax and then snort-giggling when Corbeau kisses his neck.]

Could've been worse. I tripped over a couple of rocks today while hiking around, but I'm okay. I want you to be proud of me, 'cause I healed my own scrapes!

[He did it! He's healer now :)]

Pretty soon I'm gonna be a master of this, you just watch.

Oh, you've been practicing?

[Rub rub...he's being gentle but firm, clearly intending to help work out those knots because he sure has them. Urbain is a chipper boy, but that stress in him runs deep.]

You'd better not go around being reckless just for more healing opportunities, you know.

No, no no, I'm super bad with handling pain, so I wouldn't do something like that. It just happened to work out that way.

[Urbain is very happy to have healing magic, because next time one of them gets badly hurt, he can do something about it. He uh... still should study medicine though. Probably.]

You're good at back massages, beeteedubs.

Alright. I'll hold you to that, then.

[He moves a little lower, to the middle of his back now.

Pauses.]

Beeteedubs?

"B-T-W". Which means "by the way".

[Internet Slang for Dummies.]

...can't you just say "by the way"?

[Oh god you sound so old you have to stop this Urbain is going to leave you.]

Nope. Gotta confuse you, old man!

[Urbain laughs, throwing his head back slightly until it hits Corbeau's shoulder, where he just sorta lays there for a second, grins up at him, and then straightens back up.]

Edited 2026-04-04 03:37 (UTC)

before magicsplosion

comes in a week late with starbucks. got you a caramel latte.

oh thank you

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hello it's time to be nasty

:3

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