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[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & Bigby Wolf
Broadcast: n/a
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Todaynight? 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. ]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

Yep. They grow row after row of teeth. And when one breaks or comes out, the next in line just replaces it.

[pneumo]

That so weird... I don't think any vampire does that. [ None that he's met, anyway. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Big shrugs. It's a motion that makes his whole body roll in a slow undulation.]

[pneumo]

[ Which makes Sascha wobble a little, but the sound he lets out is more pleased than anything. He's more than happy to just lie the side of his face down against the other's pelt, humming again. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Big settles down slowly, huffing softly and starting to doze off.]

[pneumo]

[ That'll make two of them then, although Sascha tries to stay up a little longer to continue scratching and running his fingers through Bigby's fur. The motion goes from purposeful to idle, to sluggish and distracted as he finally starts to doze off himself. It doesn't take very long, but once he's out he is o u t.

Best not!dad in the world, Bigby. ]