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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]

[ 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.

[pneumo]

It's still weird a lot of the time... [ It's been a long, long time since he's been shown kindness like this. ]