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sascha

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Who: Sascha & Bigby Wolf
Broadcast: n/a
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: To~~day~~night? Sometime around then.

[ There comes a time in all young vampires' lives when they venture out into ~~the world~~ space(??) on their own and start their own path. For Sascha that happens to be a rather impromptu trip to the SS Bloodsport where he knows he'll find the same grumpy, canine-smelling hunk of a man who'd lectured him on the space station only a week or so prior. How?

Because Bigby made sure to engrain it into his head before he left him at the butcher's.

He's been kicked out of a few beds by now--but not all--and it's enough to make him wonder if perhaps he ought to try a more familiar approach: that mean sneaking onto said docked ship and following his nose on board. Come out, come out, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.

It's late enough; the occupants of the Bloodsport should be tucked in for the night. ]

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[Another soft sigh and that is a big, furred foot with tough toe pads. Far too tough to tickle. His fur is less soft on his foot than many places, but it's still fairly soft.

Then Sascha gets shoved by said foot pushing behind him to press against the wall.]

Like in every story of every bad wolf.

Wah! [ Aaand that makes pin #2, which has Sascha less startled into silence than the first one as he reflexively holds onto the other's foot, blinking rapidly as he winds up just a little winded. It only takes a few seconds to recover from. ]

C, could you be a little more gentle when you push me around...?

[What sounds like claws scrapes on the wall as said foot curls and pushes and then he twists half onto his back, curled in near a circle in the room.

Sascha is in the middle of it. There's a huge amount of warmth, the smell of fur and something more like fresh winds through pine forests. And there's soft, soft fur. Belly and chest fur.]

You didn't have to come in.

You don't even belong to this crew.

[His head is half behind Sascha, his tail flicking over his snout.]

[ It's....cute. In a terrifying, gigantic sort of way but Sascha can't help but want to reach out and touch some of that long fur. Dogs and other domestic animals have never liked him much and getting close to them had been almost impossible. This is the closest he's ever been to something this furry.

The very strong smell of canine is going to take a bit for his sensitive nose to get used to, but luckily it's nowhere near as powerful as Bigby's. He doesn't need to mute it at all...but he does hold his breath a little as he decides to go for gold and lean right over into Bigby's side: arms stretched out on either side of him to embrace the world's deadliest ball of fur. ]

I came to see you♥

[There's a low rumble of discontent, but it's not really menacing. He was pretty sure what was going to happen when Sascha decided to come in.

It's a token complaint. He doesn't actually try to heft him off.]

Why?

I was lonely. [ No harm in admitting that, right? Sasuke and Ciri had pointed it out to him numerous times concern how pathetic it is. And Obi-wan had said he ought to try and change that. Clearly the best option then is to bother someone else who'd saw fit to lecture him. ]

I didn't know you were actually a wolf... I just thought you stank a little! [ Sascha buries his face in Bigby's side and rubs it back and forth a little, childishly. ]

[Had he said many other things, Big would've kicked him out. But that... he gets. So Sascha gets to stay.]

I'm an actual fucking wolf. I am the fucking wolf. And I don't stink. You stink.

[He gets thwapped with the tail, which is basically a giant plume of fluff. And since he's already half sprawled on Big, he's not going to get knocked over.]

[ It is a fool-proof plan and he's going to grin into the other's fur in the wake of that swat.

And then regret it when he gets fur in his mouth, blegh. ]

Haha, what do I smell like?? [ Blood, he wonders? Death? Decay? Undead, perhaps...? That's what all the books described vampires by, but he's never actually had the chance to ask someone. The first vampires he'd met had identified him from his dilated eyes, like theirs. ]

[Big grumbles slightly, shifting his head to sniff firmly.]

Meat. Blood. You've been eating it raw, I hope you've been fucking heating it like I told you to.

[Not cooking. Heating. Different. He pushes past that to pick out the smell of the boy himself.

It isn't what he expects. He can smell that familiar, fable smell, the ages pressing closer and closer.

And he doesn't know if Sascha knows that about himself.]

You smell like soap, some woman, young one, you've been sleeping close to her. The station, artificial lights and recycled air. Mammal.

Ooooh! Your nose is really good! You're spot-on☆

[ Sascha's elated to have that giant muzzle come his way. He's always wanted to try patting a dog's nose and feeling all over their muzzle. So hopefully Bigby won't mind too much if he tries, reaching out under his chin in order to run his fingers over the area. ]

She's the first girl not to threaten me right away~ She let me sleep next to her for almost a whole day. It was the best sleep I've had since the man with the funny jacket.

[Under the chin is allowed. On the snout would not have been, but under the chin is nice enough that he won't smack him for it. His nose is wet and a bit cold where it brushes past Sascha, but he doesn't try to shove it against skin.]

Behind the ear.

[Said without opening his eyes. He likes behind the ear. And Sascha probably will too, it's one of the softest parts of any animal.]

Right. You don't sleep well without someone else there, do you?

Ah, really?? It's okay?? [ Bigby you just made his day. Night? Either or. Sascha's more than happy to switch from fussing over his side to moving over past his muzzle and cheek, back towards his neck until he can stretch and try to find a good angle to run his hands over the indeed, incredibly soft fur there. It's like the fake stuff they make toys out of, only better. And warm.

He's all smiles in no time. ]

I don't really... It's super-lonely to wake up alone! Besides, it's always nice if there's someone warm and full of blood nearby... --Ah! But no biting, promise! I behave!

[Bigby moves into a better position for ear rubs. Big, soft, hot ear covered in thick, soft fur. He gives a low sound of contentment.]

Kid, I lay odds you can't get through the fur to skin.

[He's a snow weather wolf. That pelt is insanely thick and difficult to get through.]

Feel the cold, huh?

Uh-huh... I'm not "cold as death" yet! That comes after I mature. [ Which he says despite Bigby's nose being able to tell the contrary. But Sascha speaks genuinely, fully expecting it someday. ] I'm still young enough to want food and a warm body beside mine late in the morning♥

[ But he will try to accept that challenge, slowly trying to work his hands deeper into the mess of fur...but Bigby's right. He's not even going to get close with how fine and thick that coat it. ]

[Yeah. He has no idea. Bigby will bring it up some other time, because right now, it's nice to see the kid just happy.

So ridiculously happy over such a simple thing.]

Nothing wrong with food and a warm body.

[ There's a lot of simple pleasure in life he's never had--or doesn't recall having--so this? This is nice. Incredibly so, to the point where he winds up leaning against the large wolf a second time as he continues to scritch and scratch as best he can.

The softness of Bigby's coat is more pleasant than any bunk he's crawled into on the ships yet. He smells warm, like body heat and blood and all the sorts of things Sascha likes. There's no hope of getting to skin with his small fangs through that thick pelt, but he doesn't mind that. He isn't hungry, and it's so wonderfully soft he can't help nuzzling it a little. ]

Does that mean I can stay for a bit~? I promise to keep scratching your ears♥

[It has been a long time since Big allowed anyone to sleep with him.

It's been a long time since he was able to just be himself, though. So he settles in, getting comfortable.]

You can stay. You can even sleep here. This time.

Really?? [ It's like he's been promised a pony for Christmas or something when Sascha perks his head up, bright-eyed and keen. Bigby couldn't have made him happier even if he'd suddenly revealed a blood fountain for him to feed off of for the rest of all eternity. ]

Yes, really. If you keep asking, I'm throwing you out.

[He would, too.]

[ He does not doubt that for one minute. So Sascha shuts up and makes a pleased sound instead, giving him an eeeeextra long scratch before he moves to kind of hug the side of his massive head a little. Just because.

Then whisper: ]

I'll be super-quiet.

[ Not like he's being right now, when apparently even shutting up means he keeps talking at reduced volumes. ]

Don't care if you talk. Just don't make me repeat myself. I said you can stay. Means you can stay. This time.

[He's not in the habit of repeating himself. Except to Jack. You don't want to be compared to Jack, Sascha.]

[ Nobody wants to be compared to Jack, let's be honest. ]

And what about next time...? [ Is he allowed to make a return visit if he brings beer and smokes as a peace offering? ]

[Bigby doesn't really drink beer.]

Is there going to be a next time?

If you say yes....♥ [ Just Colin then dang ]

[He drinks whiskey. Scotch. Not beer.

Yes, the beer is for Colin.

Bigby sighs slightly.]

So you want to come back again.