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]

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.]

[pneumo]

[ 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~

[bb_wolf]

[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.]

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[bb_wolf]

[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.]

[pneumo]

[ It's the first time he's gotten anything like that out of the Fable before, so for a moment Sascha's not exactly sure what to do with it. He slows a little, but quickly figures out that it's not a bad sound--so he keeps it up.

It's his 'daytime' so Sascha isn't all that sleepy, but he's happy to be able to do this sort of thing for Bigby while he can. He'll alternate between scratches and just generally running his fingers through the wolf's hair, before he finally stretches his arms out in front of him and flattens down against the large wolf.

There he watches his quietly for several moments, before finally murmuring; ]

Thank-you, Bigby.

[bb_wolf]

[If Big is awake enough to hear, he gives no indication of it and just keeps softly snoring.]