[It feels weird celebrating the holidays with no one here he really knows well, so uh... looks like Corbeau is going to be the recipient of a gift! Knock knock it's Urbain.
The plum-snake creature is in a box, but without a lid, and is currently sticking out of the top of it bleleleing. Corbeau's inn room isn't that far from Urbain's, but hopefully the other is Home or this is gonna be awkward. Whenever the door opens though...]
Hey! So uh. Don't make this weird — I don't know anyone else here like, at all and I thought it was weird to celebrate Christmas without giving someone something sooooo you get this. It's not a Pokemon, apparently, I mean I couldn't put it in a ball — but it kinda looked like your Arbok so?
Here. [Box in your hands. Woe, snake be upon ye. And Urbain is nervous-rambling, because of course he is.] Someone said they were calling it Kobume.
[Ko-bu-meh, by the way, like how it would be read in Johto or Kanto.]
[Corbeau is staying at the inn alongside Urbain, because where else would he be? His poor Syndicate building is somewhere in the ether he can't get to...but this will do for the time being. It's cozy enough, and the inn has all the basic amenities you could ask for. It's warm, with how cold it is outside...and he's thankful they're allowed to stay here for free no less. It seems wrong, somehow, but he's not one to look the gift Ponyta in the mouth.
He comes to the door when he hears the knock, not at all expecting visitors since he's still not super familiar with everyone here yet...so imagine his surprise when he finds Urbain standing there, holding a little box with a snake inside. It VERY much looks like a Pokemon, to the point where Corbeau doesn't hesitate to reach into the box to pick the snake up. He'll let the baby curl around his wrist, still tongue-flicking at the air.]
Liiiike... I don't know, a week ago? I caught it outside. Well, "caught", but it was more like I held my hands out and it slithered onto my arm. I bet it was cold because of the snow and I woke it up from hibernating or something.
[He shrugs, still standing outside with the box in his hands. It seems like the plum-snake is friendly, so he'll call this a win.]
The little plum snake blelele's Corbeau's fingers curiously next with his weird little sprout tongue, prompting Corbeau to gently pet the top of his head with two fingers. He's silent for a moment...probably the first time Urbain has seen him this quiet for this long, as a matter of fact.
It's a little awkward in spite of Urbain's best efforts, not for the sake of the gift itself...but because Corbeau didn't get Urbain anything. He didn't think to. He's had so much on his mind, the concept of it being the holidays just hadn't...]
Don't just stand in the hallway. Come in, if you're going to.
[With Urbain fully entering the room, Corbeau will gesture over his shoulder as he turns towards the window, stepping slowly towards it.]
And close the door behind you.
[He can't fully articulate how strange it feels, being...here, and not in the base. Not with Philippe, or the other Syndicate members. It's not the first time he's been alone, but it's been...
A while. Longer than a while, by this point. With Urbain, it at least means he's not the only Magikarp out of water. Not entirely.
He sighs, looking down at the snake still curled around his wrist as he gently pets the top of his head some more.]
You didn't have to get me anything. I didn't get you anything, full disclosure.
I don't expect to get anything. I mean— Christmas feels weird to me if I'm not giving someone something. And I know it's kind of a social sin to give someone a Pokemon... uh, no, wait, "animal"? Animal— but still.
[Urbain plops his butt down in a chair in the corner, meanwhile.]
It's not a debt, dude, it's a Christmas present. Because it's Christmas, which is traditionally a day in which someone receives presents. Because that's what you do on Christmas. Stay with me here, old man.
[Whoops, Urbain is against a wall and Corbeau has the smaller boy right where he wants him, and meanwhile Urbain can feel his willpower crumbling like paper. Hhhholy shit he needs to leave before his dick makes this an issue for both of them. How awkward would it be to pop a boner over your crush and he's in the room with you? That's about where Urbain is headed right now, as it stands.]
U-um. Yeah! So! I'll do that— tomorrow! Tomorrow. For dessert. [Please be kind to him.] S-so, uh, I hope you can wait!
[Corbeau isn’t moving, but he also isn’t pressing further. He’s leaving the ball in Urbain’s court, even if he’s very much like two steps from a Kabedon over here.]
But I don’t think I can wait on those croissants. Best eaten when they’re fresh, right?
[Thank you croissants for saving him, if only he could get to you right now because Corbeau has him pinned and Urbain is sliding down the wall and making himself the shorter of the pair by sheer anxiety alone. He's got this horny energy that only rubbing one out could possibly fix.
Slowly, he slides himself forward and tries to get to the oven door and also away from Corbeau. It briefly puts them closer together and Urbain can smell his cologne and
[This is so bad, because like... he needs Corbeau to leave the room if he's going to get any peace. Like, they're still in Urbain's room, at Urbain's little kitchenette which has enough room for him to rescue his croissants and plate them while they're still hot. They are not anywhere else.
Maybe Corbeau will leave in a bit and he can calm himself down? Maybe food will fix him? Uhhh.]
Y-yeah, it's— it's still technically my room. Unless you wanted to go eat in the dining room or something...?
[Anything to get him out of this box, ANYTHING. He can be so NORMAL IN PUBLIC because it's public and he can't be weird, but he cannot be normal in this fucking room. Dear God.
Anyway he's grabbing stuff and he's leaving. He has to act normal. Natural. Eat these croissants and die maybe.]
Regardless...Corbeau will go downstairs with him acting like nothing happened at all, taking a seat at the table so he can eat along with whoever else might happen to wander by to take one for themselves. Maybe it's intentional, to give Urbain a chance to escape...or maybe he has something else in mind.
[Urbain is not in bed with Corbeau when he gets up that morning. He stumbles in about fifteen minutes after Corbeau wakes with leaves in his hair, wearing a blue Quasartico suit and a matching logo pin.
His first words are not "good morning" or "hi" or "sorry I seem to have been called away by the woods". They are, in fact:]
If I hear another thing about KPIs I'm gonna crash the heck out dude.
[Yeah, Urbain being gone when he wakes up is abnormal as hell, because Urbain is the queen of sleeping in. It's not enough to cause serious alarm at least, but he's definitely...confused. Maybe a little concerned as he throws on his robe and starts getting ready for the day. If it's fifteen minutes in, then he's definitely in the middle of gelling his hair when Urbain staggers into the bedroom, looking over at him with his brow raised higher than it's ever been raised.]
[Corbeau shakes his head a little, getting up from what he was doing so he can approach Urbain proper. Scolipede steps over alongside him, sniffing at Urbain's coat like ?]
Can you please explain to me why you are dressed up as a Quasartico employee? Is this some sort of joke?
[I mean yes technically he did but is he aware of that? No. He rubs his face and meanders over to the bed to sit down. There are some pretty heavy bags under his eyes that aren't ordinarily there; someone hasn't been sleeping.]
Yeah, I guess rift works? The rift holes in Lumiose City. Remember? There was one in your office... Ansha showed up with Hoopa and a bunch of donuts and we dealt with Mega Darkrai? And between all that I've been dealing with fixing Quasartico's rep and picking up the pieces my grandma left scattered around. And you were dealing with the Hyperspace Lumiose problem too, remember? You and Vinnie teamed up to research it.
Sorry, I think I'm burnt out. I got this pile of paperwork on my desk and I haven't slept right in weeks 'cause of the Hyperspace-and-being-a-CEO-thing.
[Corbeau...is staring at Urbain like he's grown another head, and in the midst of him talking, he'll walk over and press the back of his hand to his forehead. Then his lips...checking for temperature.]
I think you should lay down. Come here.
[He's already moving to pull the bedsheets back, trying to shoo Urbain under them while reaching for his jacket.]
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Date: 2025-12-11 04:39 am (UTC)The plum-snake creature is in a box, but without a lid, and is currently sticking out of the top of it bleleleing. Corbeau's inn room isn't that far from Urbain's, but hopefully the other is Home or this is gonna be awkward. Whenever the door opens though...]
Hey! So uh. Don't make this weird — I don't know anyone else here like, at all and I thought it was weird to celebrate Christmas without giving someone something sooooo you get this. It's not a Pokemon, apparently, I mean I couldn't put it in a ball — but it kinda looked like your Arbok so?
Here. [Box in your hands. Woe, snake be upon ye. And Urbain is nervous-rambling, because of course he is.] Someone said they were calling it Kobume.
[Ko-bu-meh, by the way, like how it would be read in Johto or Kanto.]
this icon looks far more upset than its meant to gomenasorry
Date: 2025-12-12 09:19 pm (UTC)He comes to the door when he hears the knock, not at all expecting visitors since he's still not super familiar with everyone here yet...so imagine his surprise when he finds Urbain standing there, holding a little box with a snake inside. It VERY much looks like a Pokemon, to the point where Corbeau doesn't hesitate to reach into the box to pick the snake up. He'll let the baby curl around his wrist, still tongue-flicking at the air.]
When did you get this?
apology unaccepted. eats you.
Date: 2025-12-12 09:50 pm (UTC)[He shrugs, still standing outside with the box in his hands. It seems like the plum-snake is friendly, so he'll call this a win.]
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Date: 2025-12-13 01:10 am (UTC)The little plum snake blelele's Corbeau's fingers curiously next with his weird little sprout tongue, prompting Corbeau to gently pet the top of his head with two fingers. He's silent for a moment...probably the first time Urbain has seen him this quiet for this long, as a matter of fact.
It's a little awkward in spite of Urbain's best efforts, not for the sake of the gift itself...but because Corbeau didn't get Urbain anything. He didn't think to. He's had so much on his mind, the concept of it being the holidays just hadn't...]
Don't just stand in the hallway. Come in, if you're going to.
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Date: 2025-12-13 02:24 am (UTC)Huh— uh, I mean, sure, if you don't mind?
[He supposes he'll just stroll on in. He wasn't expecting an invitation.]
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Date: 2025-12-19 08:43 pm (UTC)And close the door behind you.
[He can't fully articulate how strange it feels, being...here, and not in the base. Not with Philippe, or the other Syndicate members. It's not the first time he's been alone, but it's been...
A while. Longer than a while, by this point. With Urbain, it at least means he's not the only Magikarp out of water. Not entirely.
He sighs, looking down at the snake still curled around his wrist as he gently pets the top of his head some more.]
You didn't have to get me anything. I didn't get you anything, full disclosure.
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Date: 2025-12-20 12:20 am (UTC)[blelelele, the snake says.]
I thought Kobume would get along with Arbok.
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Date: 2025-12-20 01:13 am (UTC)[He wouldn't just abandon the snake, or release it back into the wild (unless that's what it wanted, anyway).
He will move to take a seat on the edge of his bed though, in lieu of having an actual desk or chair to sit at like he would in his office.]
Similarly, it feels weird to me to leave debts unrepaid. [It's a GIFT.] I'll return the favor, in due time.
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Date: 2025-12-20 02:14 am (UTC)It's not a debt, dude, it's a Christmas present. Because it's Christmas, which is traditionally a day in which someone receives presents. Because that's what you do on Christmas. Stay with me here, old man.
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Date: 2026-03-24 03:59 am (UTC)U-um. Yeah! So! I'll do that— tomorrow! Tomorrow. For dessert. [Please be kind to him.] S-so, uh, I hope you can wait!
Oops!
Date: 2026-03-24 04:02 am (UTC)[Corbeau isn’t moving, but he also isn’t pressing further. He’s leaving the ball in Urbain’s court, even if he’s very much like two steps from a Kabedon over here.]
But I don’t think I can wait on those croissants. Best eaten when they’re fresh, right?
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Date: 2026-03-24 04:07 am (UTC)[Thank you croissants for saving him, if only he could get to you right now because Corbeau has him pinned and Urbain is sliding down the wall and making himself the shorter of the pair by sheer anxiety alone. He's got this horny energy that only rubbing one out could possibly fix.
Slowly, he slides himself forward and tries to get to the oven door and also away from Corbeau. It briefly puts them closer together and Urbain can smell his cologne and
hhHhh.]
H-here... lemme get you a plate.
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Date: 2026-03-24 04:13 am (UTC)Of course. Are you going to be eating with me?
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Date: 2026-03-24 04:15 am (UTC)Maybe Corbeau will leave in a bit and he can calm himself down? Maybe food will fix him? Uhhh.]
Y-yeah, it's— it's still technically my room. Unless you wanted to go eat in the dining room or something...?
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Date: 2026-03-24 11:51 pm (UTC)I thought you might want to eat in the dining room. You seem apt to want to share with the others, don't you?
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Date: 2026-03-24 11:58 pm (UTC)[Anything to get him out of this box, ANYTHING. He can be so NORMAL IN PUBLIC because it's public and he can't be weird, but he cannot be normal in this fucking room. Dear God.
Anyway he's grabbing stuff and he's leaving. He has to act normal. Natural. Eat these croissants and die maybe.]
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Date: 2026-03-25 01:06 am (UTC)Regardless...Corbeau will go downstairs with him acting like nothing happened at all, taking a seat at the table so he can eat along with whoever else might happen to wander by to take one for themselves. Maybe it's intentional, to give Urbain a chance to escape...or maybe he has something else in mind.
One wonders, as he takes a bite.]
Mmm...I missed your cooking.
[Definitely intentional.]
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Date: 2026-05-02 07:44 pm (UTC)His first words are not "good morning" or "hi" or "sorry I seem to have been called away by the woods". They are, in fact:]
If I hear another thing about KPIs I'm gonna crash the heck out dude.
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Date: 2026-05-02 08:18 pm (UTC)What...happened?
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Date: 2026-05-03 09:38 pm (UTC)I just got out of a business meeting 'n' a hyperspace hole straight up opened on the wall by my desk. And now I'm back here. My head hurts, dude.
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Date: 2026-05-04 11:38 pm (UTC)[Corbeau shakes his head a little, getting up from what he was doing so he can approach Urbain proper. Scolipede steps over alongside him, sniffing at Urbain's coat like ?]
Can you please explain to me why you are dressed up as a Quasartico employee? Is this some sort of joke?
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Date: 2026-05-05 04:57 am (UTC)Uh, did getting sucked into Hyperspace that one time delete your braincells? I'm the CEO.
[Eventually his brain will catch up, just... give him a moment, he's got split brain right now real bad and still doesn't know where in time he is.]
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Date: 2026-05-05 10:26 pm (UTC)[Did you go into a weird forest hole while he wasn't looking, he swears to GOD]
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Date: 2026-05-05 10:39 pm (UTC)Yeah, I guess rift works? The rift holes in Lumiose City. Remember? There was one in your office... Ansha showed up with Hoopa and a bunch of donuts and we dealt with Mega Darkrai? And between all that I've been dealing with fixing Quasartico's rep and picking up the pieces my grandma left scattered around. And you were dealing with the Hyperspace Lumiose problem too, remember? You and Vinnie teamed up to research it.
Sorry, I think I'm burnt out. I got this pile of paperwork on my desk and I haven't slept right in weeks 'cause of the Hyperspace-and-being-a-CEO-thing.
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Date: 2026-05-05 10:51 pm (UTC)I think you should lay down. Come here.
[He's already moving to pull the bedsheets back, trying to shoo Urbain under them while reaching for his jacket.]
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