because no one should go hungry

[nostraightlines]

Who: Ramse, Sascha, Bigby + any curious Starstruck
Broadcast: n/a
Action: the Starstruck
When: now

[ It's been about two weeks since Ramse first met Sascha and he figures the kid's probably hungry again. But after all that talk of venom, he's doing things his way. He's talked his way into some medical equipment and draws his own blood into a thermos he bought on the space station, then sends Sascha a private message:

Sascha, meet me outside the Starstruck again.

That should be curiosity-inducing enough to get the puppypire to scoot on over.

Comments

[bb_wolf]

Dammit. I figured he wouldn't bother thinking about it.

I'm trying to teach him to fucking think before speaking or acting. Looks like he might actually be putting a few seconds into things.

[nostraightlines]

I don't know how successful thinking before speaking is, but he's definitely thinking. Maybe I just ask the right questions.

It's not a bad thing that he knows. I don't think that kid's gotten much kindness before.

[bb_wolf]

I'm not a nice guy.

[Shit, he misses Colin right now. Colin'd say the right thing to make him chuckle.]

If you let him sleep in your bed, you'll have a friend for life.

[nostraightlines]

You don't have to be nice to show kindness.

Yeah. He's already asked, but sometimes it's hard for me to deal with people around when I'm sleeping.

[bb_wolf]

Hm. Yeah. I get that. Used to be that way when I was younger. Smaller.

[nostraightlines]

Sleep's when you're vulnerable and instincts are hard to fight.

Does he share with you every night now?

[bb_wolf]

Most nights. If he's with me, I know he isn't crawling in with people uninvited. And he's light enough that I don't care.

[nostraightlines]

Well. I can take him sometimes. He said he doesn't care if I flip out, and I probably can't hurt him.

[ Ramse obviously cares, but on the other hand he's been having trouble adjusting to sleeping on the ship the nights that he isn't with Celeste. Maybe it'll help them both. ]

[bb_wolf]

Make him the offer, it's his decision.

[He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, tapping one out and offering the pack to Ramse.]

[nostraightlines]

He'll take it.

No thanks, I don't smoke. [ Interestingly, however, there's an ashtray on his nightstand. Someone else must use it. ] How often can you come by cigarettes in outerspace, anyway?

[bb_wolf]

Most of the station things we stop by have them. In vending machines. I stock up when I have the chance and money, just in case. This place? I'm going through a lot more.

[He lights up with practiced ease. Whatever he's smoking, it's pungent and cheap.]

[nostraightlines]

You don't like it here? Or have we just been here longer than usual?

[ That's cool, Ramse's used to all kinds of cigarettes. He offers the ashtray and then leans back against the wall, wishing he had a chair or something for this guy. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby wouldn't take a chair, probably. He does use the ashtray, because he's not uncivilised.]

I don't like it here. I prefer natural worlds. Recycled air, all these bodies and things crushed into small spaces... not my shit.

[nostraightlines]

Being in space isn't my shit. But I guess this is what I showed up to, it's easier. We stop at planets too?

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, we stop at planets. I haven't been here that long, but last planet... it was fucking beautiful. Snow and ice, huge forests, massive prey, it was amazing. So much better than this shit hole.

[nostraightlines]

That sounds more my style, too. A planet, not a ship.

[ He thinks about his job in Eudio, and how much easier a time he had falling asleep to the sounds of the forest or city noise than that of the ship. Everything here is weird and wrong and he's just not adjusting well. ]

Maybe we'll get out of here soon.

[bb_wolf]

I fucking hope so. This place stinks and it's driving me nuts. It's worse then the city.

[nostraightlines]

Stinks? How's that? It just smells like metal and oil in here to me.

[bb_wolf]

You don't have a nose like mine.

Sascha sat on your lap. Probably wanted to cuddle. He was fed at the time.

[His nose twitches again.]

You have a woman comes and stays with you. Barely a woman, probably in her late teens, smoker.

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse just blinks for a moment, gaping. ]

That's fucking amazing.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby gives a half smile.]

Cigarettes help keep the smells manageable.

[nostraightlines]

You must be able to track anything.

[bb_wolf]

Basically. Takes magic to put me off the track and even that doesn't always work.

[nostraightlines]

Were you just born with that good a nose?

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

I also wasn't born with opposable thumbs and this ugly mug.