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[pneumo]

Who: Sascha
Broadcast: n/a
Action: FS Starlight
When: Throughout Feb

a) everybody wants to be a cat

[ Which in this case refers to the act of just being incredibly lazy and needy on Sascha's part. His victim? You! If you sit still enough in one place that is anyway; you may just want a break from all the walking, or maybe you've danced your heart out at one of the clubs and need a break. Maybe you're drunk and hell and can't stand. Regardless of the reason, as soon as anyone holds still long enough they'll find themselves with a very attention-seeking vampire draped across their shoulders or their lap (unless they smack him away first).

Love him. ]

b) workin'

[ It's not that he particularly needs money or food or anything like that, but rather the nature of the work in this particular case which has drawn Sascha's attention. After all, what better place for a vampire to work than in a meat shop?? There's plenty of lovely, tender steaks and cuts of meat, the smell of animal blood is everywhere and the absolute best part? Is that they let him have all extra they don't package or sell. He gets a full bag of miscellaneous life form blood at the end of the day and it is wonderful.

The only thing that might be a little off-putting is that he tends to get...distracted. By everything. He's a wolf in a sheep pen alright?? It's hard to stay focused!

Anyone going to take a gander or trying to get some service will wind up faced with Sascha: blood smeared all over his mouth and chin, and a half-eaten piece of raw meat in one hand. ]

...'err-ow. Www'wum 'oo er thhh'ore!

[ Nailed it. ]

c) yeah he totally got fired

[ Because seriously who would keep an employee like that, let's be honest.

What it means of course that the best way to deal with this situation is to go and drown his woes...and since he can't actually drink alcohol and didn't actually make any real money, his version of 'drinking your woes away' is actually just wandering around the neighbouring ships. Forget the SS Golden, Sascha's more interested in checking out the other docked ships he hasn't a had a chance to explore.

So whether you're training, read, mixing chemicals, sleeping or just keeping to yourself? You are very suddenly not doing it alone. ]

Comments

a)

[beardstrokes]

[ They had something on this planet called paper newspapers. Unlike the holonet, the words are written in print and involves a great deal of reading. Personally, he rather prefers this mode of news distribution.

There is a lot of reading between the lines and fanciful language he would not agree with (though it made for a good laugh) and crossword puzzles that Peggy Carter had mentioned to him.

And then someone prompted plopped their head on his lap. He glances at it, Anakin's name on his lips when he realized it wasn't his lack-of-personal-space Padawan but some stranger.

He considered moving away and then shrugged. It was no trial and he had reading to do. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha knew this was the one.

Well okay no he didn't. He was just tired with the simulated sunrise and looking for a warm place to rest and call his own, and since his own schedule was technically the opposite of everyone else's that usually means a fist to the face, getting shoved off a bed, being yelled at...sometimes all of the above. For some reason humans were just picky about who they cuddled up to for the night.

But not him, and apparently not his newest 'buddy'. He just takes it in stride, and so will Sascha as he adjusts himself comfortably and more or less loops one arm around Obi-wan's waist.

There. Pefrect♥ ]

G'night~

[beardstrokes]

[ He raises a eyebrow at the arm but decides not to make a note of it. Still, he should caution the man from sleeping outdoors. Especially on a station as busy as Starlight. ]

Are you sure a bench out in the open is the best place to sleep?

[pneumo]

You're not gonna move are you...? [ Because right now Obi-wan is serving the ever-so-important role of his pillow, and he's reluctant to leave that. ]

[beardstrokes]

I might.

Besides, isn't it dangerous to simply lie on the lap of a stranger?

[pneumo]

Mm... [ Nope, not in his opinion. He's just nuzzling in to get comfortable. ]

You don't smell like anything dead. You're fine♥

[beardstrokes]

[ He's come across people who can be . . . handsy. But this is new, even for him. ]

I should hope not. I might even hope not to smell distinctive at all.

[pneumo]

[ *Affectionate. ]

Its not a bad one, don't worry. [ This Sascha says with complete confidence as he closes his eyes and looks the perfect picture of relaxed--and he is, what with all of Obi-wan's nice body heat to share and the presence of someone to enjoy. The best part being that he has yet to actually push or hit Sascha yet. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Dryly. ]

I'll sleep better at night knowing that particular nugget of information.

[ He pauses. ] Are you . . . lonely?

[pneumo]

[ ...Man, he went straight for the kill there and hit the nail on the head huh? He doesn't usually get that right away. Normally it's more like "pervert" and "get the hell off me." He's not actually sure how to answer initially, but after a moment's pause he'll crack his solid-gold eyes open and look up. ]

...Kinda.

[beardstrokes]

[ Normally, Obi-Wan would deliver the right platitude, the kind that wouldn't make sense immediately, but would eventually be a balm of understanding. But it dries up in his throat. Having overcome his own loneliness recently, his own vicious battle against loss and fear, he found there were none he could share with his full confidence.

Instead, he simply makes a light noise of agreement to Sascha's sentiment. He knows how to listen. ]

In time, it will pass. This is not your future.

[pneumo]

[ His memories and physical age might not match or exceed the Jedi's, but somehow Sascha finds the statement, well...endearing. It's cute. He's not exactly certain why, but his lips wind up crooking upwards a little. ]

That your way of saying you won't leave?♥

[ Just to tease him a little. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Loftily. ]

Who knows? Perhaps I'm lonely too.

[pneumo]

A normal-looking guy like you? [ Sascha closes his eyes again comfortably. ]

[beardstrokes]

Looks are often deceiving.

[ He shifts his position lightly - enough to make sure Sascha is definitely comfortable. He flicks through a page in his newspaper. ]

And I'm hardly the definition of normality in many places.

[pneumo]

I dunno...you smell pretty normal to me. [ Not that his perception of anything beyond normal is all that great. He can't detect spirits, magic, or the Force. But he can tell Obi has great personal hygiene and healthy blood.

The important stuff. ]

[beardstrokes]

Then I'll consider that a compliment.

[ Sometimes he stands out, sometimes he blends in. He's been known to be able to do both on instinct when the need calls for it. ]

[pneumo]

And you're comfy to boot~ All perfect scores in my book. [ Obi-wan: Jedi futon ]

[beardstrokes]

Only because I am wearing my robes.

[ Otherwise he doubts he's ever been . . . comfy. ]

[pneumo]

[ It'd that beardly aura. It exudes comfort. ]

Don't worry, I'd sleep on you even if you were wearing nothing at all.

[ ...He actually means that to be consoling??? And not as weird and bizarre as it sounds. Sascha has faith in Obi-wan's being-a-bed abilities. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ He smiles faintly. ]

I think that's more up to your abilities to sleep anywhere than mine, I'm afraid.

[pneumo]

I'm great at sleeping so long as people don't hit me☆ [ Which happens more than he would like, here... ]

[beardstrokes]

Most people tend not to like strangers sleeping in their personal space.

Surely there must be some kind of solution to your . . . problem.

[pneumo]

It was a lot easier to have people invite me over back home... For some reason people here just hate me.

[beardstrokes]

[ That. . . sounds dubious. For many reasons ]

Perhaps you should get to know them first. Then perhaps they'll give you a little more leeway.