[Since they've only just claimed this space, the bedding is pretty threadbare. It's more like a cot at this point, but... he does as asked. Propping his chin up on his hands.]
Now, some of this is going to be stuff Dr Zeigler taught me to help with prosthetic pain. Is that gonna be okay? I won't touch it-- just gonna go around where it connects to your shoulder.
[Please laugh, Lucio, he's trying. And doing as told.]
Yeah -- it should be fine. It... ends about here... [He sits up for a second, though, rolling up the sleeve on his big baggy sweatshirt to show off the metal. Halfway up his bicep.]
[Lucio isn't all that heavy, but the weight settling on his back makes something pop. And honestly, he'd have been done in by just that crack alone. It feels... really, really good.]
[So when the actual hand pressure begins? There's no holding back the noise the poor guy makes. He definitely groans.]
Amazing...
It's -- yeah.
[Sorry Lucio you just turned Shiro into a melted puddle of Dorito.]
[Darin's been getting his bearings for the better part of a week. He'd just learned this place had a library, so he felt maybe reporting into Shiro about where he'll be spending the next week or so would be a wise idea.]
[He didn't want his friend to worry, after all.]
[Darin waltzes in, stretching. He assumed Shiro would be 'relaxing' and by 'relaxing' he figured he would be lying on what passed for a bed staring vacantly at the ceiling since the guy didn't know how to relax in the first place.]
Yo, Shiro! Just wanted to report in! I found a library and I was going to spend some time--
[Huh. Why is Shiro face down? And who is...? Is that...? Lucio?]
[UNLESS LUCIO'S VENGEFUL SPIRIT HAS COME BACK TO HAUNT US. SPECIFICALLY SHIRO. DARIN ALWAYS KNEW SHIRO'S TOTAL INABILITY TO RELAX WOULD BE HIS UNDOING AND NOW LUCIO, WHO WAS THE EPITOME OF CHILL IN LIFE, HAS RETURNED FROM THE DEAD TO SLAY ALL THOSE WHO ARE UNABLE TO CHILL THE HELL OUT OFCOURSEITALLMAKESSENSE]
DON'T TURN YOUR DARK GAZE UPON ME, GHOST LUCIO, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW I'M TOO CHILL FOR HELL I WOULD MELT AND THEN THERE WOULD BE A MESS I'M LIKE THE MOST CHILL PERSON ALIVE
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Just lay down on the bed and gimme a shout if anythin' I do hurts you.
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[Since they've only just claimed this space, the bedding is pretty threadbare. It's more like a cot at this point, but... he does as asked. Propping his chin up on his hands.]
Like that or...? [Do you need him to strip.]
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[jeez keep your titties in your pants, shiro.]
Now, some of this is going to be stuff Dr Zeigler taught me to help with prosthetic pain. Is that gonna be okay? I won't touch it-- just gonna go around where it connects to your shoulder.
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[Please laugh, Lucio, he's trying. And doing as told.]
Yeah -- it should be fine. It... ends about here... [He sits up for a second, though, rolling up the sleeve on his big baggy sweatshirt to show off the metal. Halfway up his bicep.]
If anything gets weird, I'll let you know.
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[he rolls his own sleeve up and starts to take off his skates.
he has trousers on underneath, okay. don't get too excited.]
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[Like Lucio said. After all they went through, they can pretty much tell each other anything at this point.]
Wow. You without your skates. It's like seeing a mirage.
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[lĂșcio laughs, pushing the armour aside.]
I do take 'em off when beds are involved, man.
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[It's funny how easy it is to laugh where Lucio is concerned. When he's around.]
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[he snorts, then hops up onto the bed.]
Alright, lay down, and maybe I won't break you for that comment.
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[But it's still easy to laugh. Around Lucio, anyway. He plants his face back down with a quick little "thumbs up".]
Yes sir.
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[he snorts, then gets Into Position and puts the heel of his hands on shiro's shoulders.]
Good pressure?
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[Lucio isn't all that heavy, but the weight settling on his back makes something pop. And honestly, he'd have been done in by just that crack alone. It feels... really, really good.]
[So when the actual hand pressure begins? There's no holding back the noise the poor guy makes. He definitely groans.]
Amazing...
It's -- yeah.
[Sorry Lucio you just turned Shiro into a melted puddle of Dorito.]
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[He didn't want his friend to worry, after all.]
[Darin waltzes in, stretching. He assumed Shiro would be 'relaxing' and by 'relaxing' he figured he would be lying on what passed for a bed staring vacantly at the ceiling since the guy didn't know how to relax in the first place.]
Yo, Shiro! Just wanted to report in! I found a library and I was going to spend some time--
[Huh. Why is Shiro face down? And who is...? Is that...? Lucio?]
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[If that happened, then there's no way he could be here now...]
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DONE
[Nailed it.]
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he says nothing. he does nothing. he just looks at darin. disappointed.]
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[But then Darin... starts yelling about ghosts. And he just sort of stays where he is, propped up on his elbows now. Good feelings gone.]
Can you.
Not...?
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