sticksandbones

bork?

ayo can someone tell me the fuck is goin on?? woke up feelin like i spent a week on a bender, on a pile of socks in the woods, an' im comin back in wid the things i had wid me an some bitch whisperin in my ear (i think that was you-know-who yo, but it got quiet) an then i meet me????

an i go aye you cant be me cuz im me and he TRIED TO KILL ME? I THINK?

or like really aggro play or some shit i dunno i went hey hey HEY cause he made me drop my mole friend and my blueberry shard thing that i dunno where i got but bro was real intent on rippin me a new asshole jus cuz i came outta the woods!!

i get it yo im stinky but also the fuck is goin on?!?!

josh come get me im scared :(

[ No, he's not, but he's trying to find the humor in this weird ass situation. ]

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You'll live. You're going to get a good brushing once you're clean.

You know where to find me.

[ :| ]

uh jus look out yer window yo

[ Someone is sitting in the dirt outside Josh's Inn window, scribbling in his new journal he got from Yidler, with his mole friendly securely clamped under one arm and his pile of stuff in his lap. ]

[ Oh.

Josh peeks out the window for a moment, then closes the curtain with a sigh. His journal is left to lay on the desk as he rub his face, then gets up put of the chair to walk outside.

He steps outside the front door, but he doesn't quite fully approach, instead crossing his arms and leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. ]

Well? Do you plan on hosing off? Or should I spray you myself?

[ And the moment Beat sees Josh, he's all grins. He's human right now but you know that tail would be going otherwise.

Yeah, don't get too close, stand down wind. He's pretty sure he ran into a skunk at some point. ]

Aw, I'd figured we'd get everyone 'round an' make it a com-uh communion thing.

[ Communal...... ]

[... oh god it's worse than he expected. He unfolds his arms to lift one hand to cover his nose. What happened out there? ]

Nothing is going to be communal until you wash up.

[ It is time to shoo the boy. Shoo, shoo, off to the hose. He will escort. With his hand still over his nose, because that's gross. Soap is going to be needed, but it's best to get the worst off outside. ]

[ Yeah, you wanted him back, this is all your fault. He laughs and lets himself be shoo'd back towards the hose, gathering his items up before he does though. The mole looks fucking resigned, as much as a mole can. ]

Aight aight, yo. So the fuck is goin' on? What was wid me runnin' into me? The fuck is this?

[ He holds the star shard out. The bones are his, though, he will chew on them later. ]

[ He wanted him back, yes, but not stinky and gross. Eugh. That poor mole though, maybe it will get away. ]

There are doubles of us around. If I have one, I haven't seen him yet. Probably not anything good, though.

[ The shard gets a glance, though, and he raises his eyebrows. Oh? Is that what he thinks it is? He reaches out to take it, stink be damned. ]

Where did you find this?

[ Excuse him, what? When Josh reaches for the shard, Beat pulls it back, his brow v'ing down hard. ]

'Ey! Hold up! If there's doubles out 'n 'bout how I know YOU ain't the double?! Tell me somethin' the real Josh'd know?

[ Is that how this works?? What if they know what the other knows cause the other Beat was like hey the fuck and everything too. ]

[ The shard snatched from his reach, Joshua frowns, pulling his hand back. Rude?? ]

You kept stealing my socks. [ A pause. ] How do I know you aren't a double?

[ That's a good fucking question. ]

How do I know I ain't the double?!

[ Oh no he's having an existential crisis again. He's him?? Right?! He doesn't remember anything after the beach, except going to Beiwe's statue and wishing really hard to help. ]

[ Sigh. ]

You really don't know?

[ That just means he's the real one. It's a very strong argument, at any rate. Only Beat could have this kind of existential crisis. With a sigh, he dips in uninvited to apply a gentle, soothing Imprint. ]

No need to work yourself into a panic. You seem real enough to me.

Man. All I know is I was at Beyblades statue an' goin' I really wanna help an' then I was comin' outta the woods wid this shit in my mouth and Musty Crusty in my ear tellin' me to powder it.

[ It being the shard, which Beat finally hands over. He seems content in that this is the real Josh, especially with the soothing imprint touch.

That's his husband. ]

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[ The shard is taken without comment - he can feel it in a vague sort of way, but he'll inspect it later, and it gets slid into his pocket.

The comment gets more attention. Josh raises his eyebrows, letting his fingers linger on the shard before sliding back out. ]

It's been two months since then. You've been gone for two months.

.... Nuh-uh??

[ Fuck, two months huh? He scratches at his head....... and then scratches at his head cause ugh itchy. ]

Yo, what is it wid me an' gettin' lost in forests fer months?! Back in the pen'sula I got lost in another fog one fer a month as a squirrel an' came out all pus'd up an' shit. At least this time I only smell nasty. An' maybe got fleas. Sorry I fucked off, I di'nt mean to.

[ Ah, good to know this isn't a one-off. That's a comforting thought. ]

Mm-hmm. And you wouldn't stay when you came to steal my socks, either.

[ This may be the reason for his bitchiness earlier. And the slight bit now. He forgives Beat, of course - it wasn't his fault, likely - but he's still allowed to be frustrated by it. ]

Get cleaned up. You're not sleeping in the bed until you've used soap at the minimum.

[ Oh. He gives Josh the biggest, saddest look a boy can give his husband. ]

I'm sorry, yo. I really ain't 'member nonna that. 'Splains my bed of socks, tho.

[ He wouldn't be Beat without that self doubt, even if he fires up the hose to begin to spray himself down. And water his mole gently too. Did Josh miss him...? Even as his strips butt naked right there and tosses those grungy clothes as far as he can.

He'll pick them up later, he doesn't litter. ]

Uh... I dunno if soap gonna be enough. You got like... lime (lye) or whatever? Gonna have to scrub two layers of skin off. We ain't even gonna talk 'bout the butt crack.

[ A little grin? ]

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[ well public nudity is a thing I guess ]

We don't have to talk about it. I can see it just fine.

[ Now that he's gotten over the initial frustration, he can start to relax a little. Josh leans back against the side of the building, folding his arms and watching Beat hose off. He's allowed. ]

If you soak, you should be able to get most of it. No excuses. Soap is happening. And once you're good and clean, I'll see about any tangles.

[ Beat has no body shame Josh.

You should know this. Squints.

Not that Beat's thinking that. He's just happy to hose off. He's trying to get between his toes without sitting in the mud he's making. ]

Can you get me soap? I could get soap but then I'm wet streakin' an' not jus' normal streakin'.

[ Bats his eyelashes while hosing down his head so his hair flattens across his face. ]

I'll make you some [ and this is really how you know it's beat ] booliebaise.

[ Look, hosing off outside is just to get the excess dirt off. Or so Josh is about to say in response to the request for soap, but then Beat hits him with a Beatism, and he pauses. Hesitates for a moment.

Yes, he clearly made the right assessment. This has to be Beat. There's a soft snort, but the look he gives is at least fond. ]

Mm, will you? You do owe me some.

[ He missed this. He won't admit it out loud, can't even admit it fully to himself, but he did. ]

As I said, soaking is better for that sort of thing. You've sprayed the worst off. Go ahead and soak for a bit. I'll keep you company and get you up to date on what you've missed.

[ Soaking means the bath house. At least, that's what Beats brain suggests. He pauses with the hose running, the mole escaping while his attention is elsewhere. Then takes a drink of hose water while he thinks. ]

Race ya to the bath house then.

[ At least he's nice enough to turn the hose off, searching for his mole before realizing the little fucker snuck off again - Barmoleathew, why? - before racing to the bath house.

He just. He just fucking leaves everything behind. It's a good thing Josh took the shard because he'd have fucking just left it behind.

At least bath house water is hot and warm and Josh will find Beat already soaking when he decides to follow. And yes, Beat is squishing water between his hands to make little jets. ]

[ ... and there he goes. Treasures abandoned. Mole lost. Hose nicely turned off, at least, but goodness.

With Beat just taking off like that, it leaves all of his treasures laying there unsupervised. It's highly unlikely that anyone will take a pile of bones, though, so ultimately he just leaves it. It's next to the inn, Beat can pick it up when he comes back in. If it's gone, it will teach him a lesson for next time. The shard was probably the most important item in the pile, and it's safely in Josh's back pocket.

He isn't too far behind Beat, but pondering the discarded pile of belongings does at least delay him a little bit. It isn't hard to find the werewolf in the bath house, thankfully, and Beat is already in and soaking like a good boy. Success! ]

Having fun?

[ He hasn't stripped down himself, because he isn't the one that's spent two months in the forest. This ain't about him. ]

You left all your things, you know. I wouldn't have thought you'd be that excited about bathing.

[ And Josh is absolutely hit with the biggest grin Beat can give him. Then laughs, because he can't help it. ]

Dude, it's fine, ain't no one gonna take bones and the pin. I'll find that again, an' you got the stone. And Barmolethew fucked off, so I'll find him later. I jus'... I might not 'member those two months? But I feel those two months. My asshole is itchy, yo. That's gross.

[ Without batting a fucking eye.

Are you really sure you missed this vulgar man?

He sighs and relaxes back a little, closing his eyes. ]

Now that I'm soakin', fill me in. What I miss?

[ ... ew. That's almost enough to distract him from the fact that there was a pin somewhere in that pile of bones that he hadn't seen. Almost. Josh wrinkles his nose, sitting back on the air (he's not sitting anywhere else, there's humidity in here, gross) and crossing his arms. ]

You know, there's a practice known as keeping certain things to yourself.

[ He doesn't sound seriously disgusted or anything, at least. But the tone of "Really?" is definitely there.

There's an opportunity here to move the subject along, and he gladly takes it. Beat is soaking, and that's all that he needs to know. ]

Well, let's see. You probably can't see it right now, but when you left, some of the stars returned to the sky. I'm not sure what all happened there. It could be coincidence. It could have been something you did. I'm really not sure. Oh, and speaking of stars, another star like Revati has been found, and another one that they haven't heard from in a long time spoke to someone through dreams. Seems like we're making progress.

Oh, and I tagged along on a little expedition. We ended up stuck in a brief time loop until Beiwe was able to break us out. We saw how that fallen sun was strapped up and restrained in a temple, and we met the people that came to break him out.

We also died horribly, but it was a time loop, so it wasn't a big deal. He owes me a new shirt, though.

Pft, you've heard worse.

[ They're married after all, even if Josh has no memories of that. And while he talks, Beat begins to scrub at himself vigorously with a cloth, listening intently as he does. He doubts the stars are anything he did but that's good! They're getting it done!

He huhs softly to the time loop/expedition stuff, then looks upset that Josh got killed. You kill his husband?? You shish him like the kebob??? ]

The fuck, yo. I leave an' y'all go nuts.

[ He digs at his ears with the cloth, frowning thoughtfully. As thoughtfully as he can. ]

So like, y'all saw how he can be rechained? Can we do that?

Clearly you shouldn't leave again, then, hm?

[ Not that it really has any bearing on what happens, but whatever he can do to really nail it home! ]

In a sense. I don't know how easily it can be redone. It looked fairly complicated. It may be something to ask Beiwe and Ourania about, though. The temple we were in had a wing for Beiwe, so it stands to reason that the wing on the other side of the main chamber would be for Ourania.

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