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]

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.

[nostraightlines]

You weren't?

...what were you born with then?

[bb_wolf]

Paws.

[His hands look exceptionally, normally human.]

[nostraightlines]

So that explains the nose... what are you, a werewolf or something?

[bb_wolf]

Wereman. Told you, was't born with these hands or this face.

I'm the Wolf.

[nostraightlines]

Wereman.

[ Just give him a minute, buddy, this is new and bizarre even for him. But then: ]

Okay. I guess it's easier here, to be a man. Do you ever get to change back, though?

[bb_wolf]

I change back most nights now to sleep.

Shoulders. Fucking shoulders. I don't know how you lot sleep with them.

[nostraightlines]

Well, pillows help. We don't sleep very well with shoulders without pillows.

[bb_wolf]

They help. Shoulders are still ridiculous and difficult. Back home, I sleep in my armchair, or on the couch.

[Partly because he doesn't have a bedroom, but whatever.]

[nostraightlines]

An armchair sounds comfortable. Especially if it's one of the ones that leans back.

[bb_wolf]

No.

I don't really like having my stomach exposed while I sleep.

[nostraightlines]

Humans don't really bend the other way.

[bb_wolf]

I know. Doesn't mean I like it. My apartment is too small for me to be anything other than human in.

[nostraightlines]

...exactly how big are you as a wolf?

[bb_wolf]

... big.

Very big.

[nostraightlines]

You must feel really pent up in these ships. I feel pent up on these ships.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby shrugs.]

Sometimes. Yeah. Only when there's no planet to get to.

[nostraightlines]

I hope the next planet's quiet, man. The station feels like it's going to explode with people.

[bb_wolf]

I hope it has forests.

Last planet, there was these vast forests and mountains, huge prey animals, fierce predators.

Reminded me of a more fun version of my home.