SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

[bb_wolf]

Who: Anyone!
Broadcast: NO!
Action: The Bloodsport
When: Now! Soon! Whenever!

[The pilot isn't living on the ship, the Captain is still a weirdo and civilians nearly outnumber other augments. Welcome to the Bloodsport mingle!]

Comments

[bb_wolf]

Moony isn't a nice predator. He's a werewolf. A poorly socialised one. He'll learn.

Remus is a nice guy, though.

[pneumo]

I've never met a real werewolf before though, I don't know what they're like. [ Sascha hums a little, chewing on the end of his fork. ]

Are they big like you?

[bb_wolf]

No. They're normally a bit bigger than regular wolves, but not huge, not like me.

There isn't any other wolf like me.

Also, you've had half. You can eat the rest how you want.

[pneumo]

--!!! Thank you! [ Heck yes. He's going to forget all about asking on wolves in favour of hastily dropping his cutlery and grabbing the warmed meat with both hands, hastily bringing it to his mouth so he can sink his fangs right into it and start gnawing. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is fair. He wants to eat the same way, but his human teeth just aren't made for it, and he can't shift in this space.]

You don't have to gulp it. It's not going anywhere, no one's going to take it away.

[pneumo]

Aye 'oow, b'rrh hhn' ih! [ Talking with his mouth full: something else he needs to learn not to do. ]

[bb_wolf]

No.

[It's said firm and sharp, but not angry.]

Finish your mouthful, then speak. You're incomprehensible if you speak with food in your mouth. Also, you waste food was spraying it about.

[pneumo]

Hnn-hnnnnn~ [ Which is hummed rather than attempted to be said aloud, so hopefully that helps some. Sascha will easily tear off a great hunk and chew into it, and although they're small his fangs have absolutely no trouble cutting through it like razors; a few movements of his jaw is all it takes. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby sighs.]

It would be easier to eat if you didn't take such a huge bite.

[pneumo]

[ This time Sascha will swallow before replying, licking his lips and the area about his mouth. ]

Yeah, but--it's so much more satisfying!

[bb_wolf]

I'm not telling you not to. Just that it's easier. Lasts longer. But if that's more satisfying, run with it.

[pneumo]

I looooove chewing on stuff♥ Hehe!

[bb_wolf]

You're like a teething pup.

[Would a chew toy be a terrible, or wonderful idea? He wasn't sure.]

[pneumo]

[ So long as it was durable... ]

Except I already finished that! I have my full fangs in~

[bb_wolf]

Doesn't change the fact, it's like a teething pup. They chew before their teeth change. It's a... what'cha call it? Attachment behaviour?

[pneumo]

...What's that? [ he's never heard the term before, but he's got his attention now that he's licking one of his palms clean. ]

[bb_wolf]

Like, things young do with their mothers. Kitten knead with their paws, pups tend to suckle and gnaw.

[pneumo]

Oh... [ Does he have something like that, he wonders? He doesn't remember having a mother (if he ever had one to begin with), or what he'd have been like around them. Whoever made him didn't stick around after all. ]

I never had anyone like that.

[bb_wolf]

[It flashes Bigby to his own mother. White fur, warm smell, sweet and snowy.]

You probably did, once. Before your amnesia.

[pneumo]

Aww, it's okay. You can say it. "Before I died," right?

[bb_wolf]

[It clearly hadn't passed his mind to say that at all.]

You seem fairly alive to me.

[pneumo]

[ Because he is, even if he isn't really aware of it in the way that something like him should be. So Sascha waves a hand. ]

To be a vampire you have to die a little first~ That's why you forget everything! It's brain damage.

[bb_wolf]

Huh.

[Interesting. He thought maybe it was trauma, like Flycatcher.]

Fair enough.

[pneumo]

[ It's not a pitying response, which is actually kind of nice. Bigby just accepts and rolls with it, and that actually makes Sascha rather happy as he takes another eager bite of what's left. ]

Humans are lucky...they don't have to do that at all.

[bb_wolf]

When humans die, it's game over. No coming back.

[They die and don't get up. He watched a lot of people die during all those wars.]