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text; here i am

[shiro2hero]

[TFW you've been out of coffee for too long and your whole body is starting to rebel...]

No one here happens to know where we put the aspirin, do they?

Or any kind of the same thing.

[... you accidentally hit "SEND ALL" instead of selecting the right amount of people.]

THANK U SORRY ABOUT THE OTHER ONE

[wallride]

i have a gun that shoost aspirin!!!!!!

IT'S COOL

[shiro2hero]

You what



Oh.

Hey Lucio.

<3

[wallride]

hey big man
you okay???

[shiro2hero]

Just got a headache that won't quit.

[wallride]

shirooooooooooo
wheres your room at i know what'll help

[shiro2hero]

It's in the suite section?

Just listen for Darin hollering.

[wallride]

ah yes of course
i didnt know he was still around
say hi for him
anyway i'll be there in a bout 5

[shiro2hero]

Yeah, he hasn't gone anywhere.

Okay.

[wallride]

[lúcio, as promised, is there post haste.]

Hey, knock knock! I hope you're alone for this!

[shiro2hero]

[Hey, any reason to see Lucio is a good reason. The door slides open almost immediately, but:]

... Out of curiosity, why do I need to be alone for this?

[wallride]

Because I'm going to give you a massage that'll require me to straddle you, and I don't want Darin walking in on that.

[he snorts.]

I ain't tryin' to start anythin', by the way. That's just how I gotta do it.

[shiro2hero]

You're...

[Despite Lucio's assurance, his face definitely turns pink. Yeah, no wonder Lucio doesn't want anyone walking in.]

... you're right. He'd freak out. To say the least. [He pushes a hand through his hair, almost nervously.] Uh. What do you. Need me to do?

[wallride]

[lúcio, an emotionally healthy being, doesn't overthink this past that one comment.]

Just lay down on the bed and gimme a shout if anythin' I do hurts you.

[shiro2hero]

[Well that makes one of them.]

[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.]

[wallride]

Head down on the pillow, my man.

[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.

[shiro2hero]

Hey, you're the boss.

[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.

[wallride]

Got it. If you change your mind at all or want me to stop for any reason, you tell me, yeah?

[he rolls his own sleeve up and starts to take off his skates.

he has trousers on underneath, okay. don't get too excited.]

[shiro2hero]

You know I will.

[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.

[wallride]

Ha!

[lúcio laughs, pushing the armour aside.]

I do take 'em off when beds are involved, man.

[shiro2hero]

You don't sleep in your armor? Who are you?

[It's funny how easy it is to laugh where Lucio is concerned. When he's around.]

[wallride]

Someone who don't want pale chicken legs!!

[he snorts, then hops up onto the bed.]

Alright, lay down, and maybe I won't break you for that comment.

[shiro2hero]

Are you making a dig at my legs?

[But it's still easy to laugh. Around Lucio, anyway. He plants his face back down with a quick little "thumbs up".]

Yes sir.

[wallride]

I'm not confirming anything.

[he snorts, then gets Into Position and puts the heel of his hands on shiro's shoulders.]

Good pressure?

[shiro2hero]

Thanks, I think.

[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.]