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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. ]

Comments

[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. ]