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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]

[ 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. ]