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SS Bloodsport : The Mingle Edition

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!]

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It was a different time. The Carpathians were a land of monsters and myths and they believed things worse than me were already stalking the forests.

For the price of a few strangers, dumb enough to be out in the forest at night, they believed I kept the forests clear of other monsters.

Maybe I did. I ate a lot of bandits.

[It was the fifteen hundreds. He thinks.]

It's cool to think stuff like that really existed though... Where I'm from the only monsters are us. [ The vampires, he means. ] And humans hardly ever make deals with us. Probably 'cause most vampires wouldn't wanna, but still.

[Bigby grunts, because he's still busy eating. Even his human form can eat a lot.

When he's finished, he leans back.]

I find the worst monsters are usually humans.

Really?? I've always kinda liked them... [ But that may be because the very first people he met were human, and they had looked after him up to a point. ]

I used to eat humans. It was my nature. I was a bastard, but didn't hunt animals for fun and I ate what I killed.

[Most of his problems had been caused by the fact he liked eating things.]

Bluebeard, the cockwiping piece of shit, he likes to hurt people. Women. He likes them helpless and he likes the carve them apart for his own jollies. Snow's aunt? Wanted her heart carved out of her chest for daring to be prettier than her.

I'm not saying there aren't bad ones... But there's a lot of good ones too! I met a bunch before I figured out I was a vampire.

Not saying there aren't good ones. Just that the worst monsters, tend to be humans.

[He's full and heavy and starting to feel sleepy.]

Come on, you can help me clean up and then I'm going to have a sleep.

--Can I come too?? [ Sascha's not tired at all, but if there's a chance for him to huddle up to some giant fluffy wolf? He is going to take it. ]

[Bigby stands up and starts cleaning up.]

Yes, you can come.

Yay!♥ [ Yes, he really just went 'yay.' But it's because he's happy! And more than willing to help clean up now since he's going to be getting something nice out of it, humming happily as he gathers up his plate and cutlery so he can bring it to...the sink? Dishwasher? Whatever they have. ]

[Well, since there doesn't seem to be specified information about dishwasher, the dishes are promptly cleaned in some fashion.

And then Bigby starts back towards his room, already pulling his tie off.]

[ And one eager puppypire right on his heels♥ ]

Thanks for the meal Bigby~~~

Well, you need feeding.

[He drops down into his space, and immediately starts stripping.]

[ Kyaaaaaa~

I mean Sascha doesn't mind at all and isn't paying attention to the stripping so much as he is Bigby himself. He'd woken up nude and bloody after all, no shame or preoccupation to be had there. ]

Yeah, but this is the first time you fed me! And you gave me fork lessons.

[Bodies are bodies. Whatever. The only thing off about Bigby's is the lack of scars. He only has a single scar, on his outer calf on his right leg, a small, neat slice.]

Yeah, well. You need to know how to pretend to be one them. Get in the corner, I need space.

[And he's less likely to accidentally squash Sascha if he's there.]

Okay~ [ He's been through this before, no biggie. Sascha will move over to the far corner and wedge himself in to give Bigby as much space as he wants, fidgeting with his hands; he can't wait to pet the other's fur coat, even now. ]

You're the first one to really help though♥

Really?

[There's disbelief in it. He knows about Ramse, Sascha. He just hasn't said anything.

And then he shakes himself out, curling as he grows to fit himself into his space. This time, he twists onto his back, legs pointing to the ceiling and belly exposed.]

[ To be fair, he meant with his manners. ]

Yeah! Usually people just tell me I'm weird and stuff. [ But of man, exposed belly--Sascha can't resist trying to climb his way over there in an attempt to clamber his way up onto Bigby's stomach. ]

[Big makes no effort to stop him. It was basically an open invitation.]

You're weird because you don't know any other way to be.

Aww, thanks. [ He'll clamber his way up then, and straddle him happily. ]

Belly rub?

Yes.

[One giant paw bats at Sascha, not trying to move him, just checking he is where he thinks he is. Hard to see lying like this, with closed eyes.]

[ he is exactly there, and actually kind of delighted to be bat at; he winds up laughing a little as he reaches up to touch the passive pads of his paw with both hands until he's freed up to hunker down and start working them into that thick fur. ]

Just tell me where~

[For all that it's called a belly rub, it's pretty clear that it's his chest he wants to have rubbed, between those giant paws that are hanging limp.

He tolerantly lets Sascha play with his paw pads for a few moments. His paws are thickly furred, designed to spread his weight in snowdrifts and on forest floors.

He gently, for him, pushes Sascha to where he wants.]

[ And Sascha follows it with ready obedience, grinning at the slight push as he moves his way up a little higher and starts to really work his hand into that fur. Honestly he could probably do this until Bigby drifts off, nearly enjoying it as much as the Fable beneath him.

As much as he is a predator, Sascha still likes animals. And loves having this kind of opportunity as he works his nails in as best they can and scratches. ]

[Honestly, he's probably enjoying it more. Big enjoys it, but it's very vulnerable and he has trouble relaxing with people he's known less than a couple of centuries.

He does let himself doze though. He's warm, he's full, he's not comfortable but he's in his own space with things that smell like him.

He gets far enough into sleep to start making those soft wuffling noises.]

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