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.

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[pneumo]

O..okay.... [ Sascha gulps. And stays standing. And very, veeeery slowly twists open the lid to the thermos so he can lean over and sniff it a little--and then gasp. ]

--Blood♥!! It's really blood!

[nostraightlines]

[ Yup it is. Still warm, even, because thermos. ]

I figured you'd be hungry again by now.

[pneumo]

[ It's an oasis in a desert. Sasha can't even remember the last time he had actual blood on it's own; he looks moved enough to cry almost. He's definitely going to hug it to his chest for a moment. ]

Th...thank you!! [ Had to get that Oi before he hastily holds it up to his mouth and starts drinking eagerly. ]

[nostraightlines]

You're welcome.

[ He watches Sasha for a moment, thinking that this is sort of weird, then shrugs. Outerspace, Ramse. You're currently an alien bouncer. There's weirder going on. ]

[pneumo]

[ Puppypire love +50. Sascha makes sure he downs every last bit, slurping and licking to get as much as he can out of it. When he pulls back his mouth and lips will be red, but he's licking those in fairly short order too. ]

It so good...~~ You're delicious!

[nostraightlines]

Okay that just sounds wrong.

[pneumo]

But it's a compliment...! [ Smilesmilesmile ]

[nostraightlines]

Well... I'm glad you liked it. It's probably safe if I draw every other week, do you think you'll get too hungry in between?

[ He made it this long since the time they went out to dinner and seems fine, so Ramse's hoping that kind of schedule will work out. ]

[pneumo]

I-is it really okay???? That's so often!! I hardly ever get that much blood...!

[nostraightlines]

It wasn't that much. I feel fine.

[ A little lightheaded, maybe..... ]

I could draw a little less if you think that's too much but I don't want you to go so long without something.

[pneumo]

I'm fine!! I've gone way longer before...! Promise! [ Sascha waves his hands insistently...and then tries to lick the rim of the thermos without taking his eyes off Ramse. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Sascha is licking his blood while making eye contact. Um. ]

We'll see how it goes. But you'll come to me if you get too hungry, right?

[pneumo]

[ Pretend its coffee. Really, really red coffee. ]

Is that okay?!

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, I just said it was.

One of the people I tried to get the blood draw equipment from said there was the option of synthetic, too. She's looking into it for you.

[pneumo]

Y...you guys would really do all that....just for me....? [ Him? A weird leech of a person?? He's never met humans willing to do half as much. ]

[nostraightlines]

....'course we would. We're doing it. She's going to get back to me on the blood tabs but she wants to give you some kind of medical exam, too. I said that's up to you.

[pneumo]

....No one's ever done this sorta thing for me before. [ Which he says absently, pretty much stunned by their generosity and kindness. And general willingness to do anything to help him. It's enough that Sascha actually stops licking at the thermos to hold it in front of him. ]

[nostraightlines]

You'd better start getting used to it. 'Cuz it doesn't seem like I'm going anywhere.

[pneumo]

O...okay... [ Is he getting teary-eyed? Quite possibly. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Oh no don't cry.

...

C'mere, kiddo. Ramse puts down his cup and motions for Sascha to come over to where he's sitting on the bed. You can have a hug. Maybe even a cuddle, just don't cry. ]

[pneumo]

[ He's touched, it's hard not to. Especially when Ramse beckons him over like that; Sascha can't help but immediately hurry over, thermos forgotten as he more or less...well, seats himself in Ramse's lap so that he can throw his arms around him tightly. Not inhumanly tight mind you, just in that very needy sort of way someone would if they were especially emotional. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ ...or Sascha could plop himself in Ramse's lap, okay. Whatever. He'll roll with it. His arms encircle the puppypire, just holding. It doesn't seem like patting would help, or like Sascha really needs comfort, exactly? Just to know that this is real. So he holds on, waiting for the grip around him to loosen.

Does it? ]

[pneumo]

[ In a minute or so, yes. Sascha's moved and more than a little touched over the gesture, and he keeps his face buried in Ramse's shoulder for most of it. But eventually his grip does lessen up some to become looser and more relaxed.

But he still doesn't want to give it up just yet. ]



Thank-you.

[nostraightlines]

[ At that Ramse does rub his back, a quiet allowance. 'You can stay.' He knows he's letting Sascha get too attached, but... oh well. ]

You're welcome.

[pneumo]

[ Very, very attached♥ But also incredibly grateful, especially when the rubbing comes. No one's ever done this for him. ]