@Desvelarse pets
“No, you just worded it weird,” Corbin chuckled, pecking Matrix’s cheek. “Besides, that sort of thing is normal after a while, y’know?”
“No, you just worded it weird,” Corbin chuckled, pecking Matrix’s cheek. “Besides, that sort of thing is normal after a while, y’know?”
:What?!" Matrix barks back at him, his fangs bared slightly
:What?!" Matrix barks back at him, his fangs bared slightly
Corbin’s brows raised in surprise at the outburst before he remembered that Matrix hasn’t been in this sort of thing before. “Right, um, nothing. Forget I said anything,” he said. “Let me show you how to work the shower.”
"Uh. Fine. Ok. I'm just being thankful that I'm not a Secubus and understood…" He did understand but decided not to say anything.
Corbin gave a hum and nodded his head. He went into the bathroom and leaned over, his hand on the knob. “It’s off now, but if you turn it to the left it turns on. You know how the hot and cold thing works, right?”
"Of coarse I do." Matrix's eyes shoot once down to Corbin's ass but he shakes his head furiously, cursing himself, whaaat the hell is wrong with you?!
Corbin gave a nod, not noticing the glance. “Alright. I’ll be in my room getting changed, just call if you need anything,” he said before stepping away and out of the bathroom.
"Yeah. Clothes." Matrix sighs, reaching out a hand to test the water temperature.
“Right, I’ll get those for you,” Corbin said. He went into his room, before eventually coming back with a set of sweatpants, a tshirt, and one of his sweatshirts.
Matrix looks around at the bathroom awkwardly. Her looks up at the mirror and curses, running a hand through his hair and facing it.
Corbin left the clothes for Matrix on the counter of the sink before leaving and heading back to his room. He huffed as he sat on the bed, reluctant to have the weight off of his leg.
"Dude why didn't you tell me I looked this horrible!" Matrix calls from the bathroom as jumps into the water
“You don’t look horrible, Matrix!” Corbin called back, his head turned towards the bathroom door that he could see.
Matrix snorts, "Thanks." He looks down at his feet where a puddle of dirt and mud was forming, 'Gross…"
Corbin ran a hand through his hair before pulling his shirt off and stepping over to his closet. He searched through it, looking for something to wear out to lunch.
Matrix hums a song softly under his breath in Latin. He sighs and scratches his scalp with soap suds. He hisses loudly as his fingers dug into the craters where his horns once where and now stumps.
Corbin took out a loose fitting tshirt and put it on. He then tugged off his pants and pulled on a pair of jeans. Over his shirt, he put on his Navy jacket.
Matrix turns off the water and steps out into the bathroom. He shifts the clothes from Corbin and quickly became confused, "Hey Cor! How do you do this!?" (What did Corbin give him?)
(A tshirt, a sweatshirt, and sweatpants)
Corbin heard Matrix call and walked over to the door, leaning against it. “Do what?” He asked, licking his lips briefly.
"Never mind. I didnt notice they are just normal t shirt and sweats." His pointed ears glow a bright red as he quick pulls on the pants, "Also. KNOCK! JESUS! MANNERS!"
“You called me, I didn’t even come into the bathroom!” Corbin huffed with a shake of his head as he lingered out in the hall.
"You where just at the door." Matrix barks but shoves the shirt and hoodie on, "Why are you dressed up?"
“Yeah, at the door. Not in the bathroom,” Corbin huffed. “And I’m not, I’m wearing something casual.”
(Oh it's the casual one.)
Matrix eyes him from head to toe then nods, "Hot ok." He crosses his arms
(Lmao yeah)
Corbin arched a brow. “Did you just call this hot?” He asked with a slight grin on his lips.
Matrix's cheeks burn as he quickly turns around and gathers up the rags of his former clothes, "Maybe."
Corbin grinned a bit more. “M’hm, alright, Matrix,” he chuckled. “Now come on, are you ready to go?” He asked.
'Just about." His ears had gone scarlet. He holds up the rags, "What do I do with these?"
Corbin took the old clothing from Matrix. “I can go throw them away. You probably don’t want to wear them anymore. We can get you some more things to wear while we’re out.”
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