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[nostraightlines]

Who: José Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: the Starstruck
When: now!

Celeste Blackwell went home. At least, I figure that's where they sent her. So much for my plan to be as boring as possible to get sent back.

...

Does anyone here know where I could get sleeping pills or anything like that?


[ Ramse can be found on the bridge of the Starstruck, staring down at the unfortunate moon. He's definitely in a mood. ]

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[nostraightlines]

I won't be much fun.

[pneumo]

That's okay, I don't mind. [ While normally he'd visit someone because he wants the company, right now he kinda gets that it's Ramse, not him, who really needs it. ]

> action

[nostraightlines]

[ He'll have incentive ready. Even though they know about the blood pills now he figures Sascha would like a real meal, like the difference between a steak and the protein from the ship kitchens. The first thing he does when Sascha arrives is offer him the thermos, pressing a finger to his lips to say 'shhh.' ]

Don't tell the doc.

Re: > action

[pneumo]

[ Ramse doesn't even need to explain for Sascha to know who "the doc" is, but his eyes widen all the same. He would've mad e a surprised sound too had he not been hushed by that small gesture upon arrival, eyes widening as he stares at Ramse.

His nostrils flare as he takes in the human's smell, searching for any signs of ill-effects upon him. ]

I, is it...? [. Blood? Again? So soon...? ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse waves him off, he's fine. No ill effects or weakness -- he just seems kind of sad even as he smiles. ]

Relax, it's barely a snack.

[pneumo]

[ Which makes it a hard choice between thermos and Ramse, but Sascha is going to swallow his hunger for the moment through some strength of will, nodding and taking it, only to hug close to the somber man a moment later. ]

Don't make yourself sick okay...?

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[ Ramse blinks, then wraps his arms around Sascha and rests his cheek against the vampire's hair. Hugs are good. He could use a good hug right about now, and Sacha is just the same height and size as Celeste... not that he's a substitute, it's just comfortable and familiar. ]

I won't. I know what I'm doing.

[ Mostly. He's lost more blood than this from gunshot and stab wounds, it's no big deal. Another moment in the hug and Ramse pulls away, motioning for Sascha to go ahead and drink. ]

[pneumo]

[ It's such a contrast from his usual experience to actually be encouraged to drink blood like this. Sascha's been preparing to hold off until Ramse seems content, but with the temptation of permission in front of him he's powerless and fidgets, looks uncertain if he should politely refuse...but winds up nodding quickly in the end, pulling the cap open to take several quick gulps of the wonderfully copper-tasting fluid.

He even makes a pleased sound when it hits the back of his throat. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Honestly, he probably won't be content until he's gotten some sleep but Sascha can help with that if he's willing to stay.

It's still strange this time but Ramse's not as awkward about it, just sitting back down and letting Sascha finish it off. He was right, it's not all that much. Just a snack. ]

Have you been down to the moon yet?

[pneumo]

Mmhmm! [ He'll him the answer since his mouth is mostly preoccupied with licking the edges clean once he polishes the main body of blood off. His tongue will dart out to give it a few good licks, followed by some sips, and when he's certain he can't get any more for the moment he finally pulls the thermos back, lips tinged with red and a pleased, beaming expression on his face. ]

Thank you for the meal~~

[nostraightlines]

Don't thank me, I'm going to ask you a favor.

What's it like down there? As bad as they make it sound?

[pneumo]

[ Favour or not, he doesn't look any less pleased as he quickly crawls...well, right Ino Ramse's lap like last time honestly. Which may be less pleasant when he informs him: ]

The air is really gross... I threw up twice, hehe.

[nostraightlines]

[ He's getting a look. ]

...Sascha. You're supposed to wear a mask. I haven't even been down and I know that much, you can tell something's wrong with the place from up here.

[pneumo]

[ And in return he grins sheepishly. ]

I know that now...

[nostraightlines]

You need to pay closer attention. Seriously.

[ Don't make him worry about you >( ]

[pneumo]

[ He misses memos sleeping during the day okay )8 ]

I'm sorry... I got better though! See? No puking now~

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, I see... how long did it last, being sick from the air?

[pneumo]

Mm...just an hour or two. [ hot!mom, aka Kitty looked after him and helped him inside after. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ He supposes that's not too bad, for a toxic atmosphere, but Sascha is probably more durable than most. When he goes down to look for sleep aids and food, he'll be wearing his mask. ]

At least you're not sick anymore. Promise me next time you go down you'll wear a mask?

[pneumo]

Aww, are you worried about me? [ There's a lilt in his tone that's joking and playful, but at the same time he wraps his arms around Ramse's shoulders and leans his head on them, keeping close and nuzzling a little. ]

[nostraightlines]

Yes. [ He pokes Sascha in the side before draping arms around his waist with a huff. ] Seems like you need it.

[pneumo]

[ A return hug...! Gasp!! Sasha literally couldn't be happier, a smile plastered to his face as he tightens his hold around around Ramse for just a moment. ]

Really...?

[nostraightlines]

[ Hug back. He seems to need the contact more than last time. ]

Yes, really. You shouldn't be so surprised that people care about you, you know. I'm not the only one.

[pneumo]

Well...I really mean it when I say people don't like me and what I am back home. It's so different here.

[nostraightlines]

I know you mean it. I guess I just keep hoping you'll adjust to things being different here.