may-time mingling (starstruck!)

[mucked]

Who: Starstruck crew + visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck!
When: The merry merry month of May

[ there's been a tiny regime change and doubtless some debriefing after that masquerade! have at it, starstruckers. mingle away! ]

Comments

[pneumo]

[ And in response Sascha lies the side of his face against the back of Ramse's neck, inhaling because that is what will tell him the most about who Ramse's been consorting with!! ]

Noooothing~ You have hair!

[nostraightlines]

I do. I wasn't bald, you know, I just shaved it.

[ he sounds amused -- also he smells of kara maybe ]

[pneumo]

[ Oh, that's a new and quite wonderful smell. Sascha is going to give Ramse another sniff. ]

But I liked the bald....!

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse laughs softly, reaching back to ruffle Sascha's hair. ]

Alright. Which do you like better?

[pneumo]

Hmmm... [ As if this requires heavy thought while he practically melts into the petting, nuzzling forward with a goofy smile. ]

I liiiiike....both♥

[nostraightlines]

Flatterer.

So what brings you by? Just bored?

[pneumo]

I haven't seen you since the party! I missed you~ [ And he might be a bit more attached to Ramse now that he knows what his blood tastes like. ]

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, sorry about that. I've been keeping to myself... why don't you stay the night, catch me up on what you've been doing?

[ He honestly needs the help sleeping as much as he'd like the company. ]

[pneumo]

[ Someone else inviting him over for the night? Ramse better e prepared for te happy squeeze he's going to get here in a moment, a happy sound escaping. ]

Yes please...!

[nostraightlines]

[ he expected that sort of reaction, but gives a little 'oof' anyway ]

--geez, you're stronger than you look. Come on.

[ to his room! ]

[pneumo]

[ He is very strong, it's true. Strong enough to lift Ramse like it's nothing if he wanted, but he doesn't. He's much more interested in latching Ito his arm with a pleased hum and nodding. ]

I met a bunch of new people~

[nostraightlines]

[ Please don't that would be disconcerting. Latching on is fine, though, and he'll lead the way back down the hall to his room. ]

Anybody interesting?

[pneumo]

[ he could probably lift his bed too... ]

Yeah--I met some blue people!

[nostraightlines]

Blue, huh? I've seen a blue guy around, I think his name is Kurt.

[pneumo]

That's one...! He has a super-cool tail, it can move and hold stuff and everything~

[nostraightlines]

If I had a tail, I'd want one I could control -- otherwise it would really get in the way.

[pneumo]

I wanna shake it....♥

[nostraightlines]

I don't know if he'd like that. A tail seems personal.

[pneumo]

But he said it was like a hand...and you can shake those!

[nostraightlines]

You should probably still ask permission.

[ room! he's got some pictures up now, otherwise everything's the same. ]

Are you hungry?

[pneumo]

[ Yaaay, room! He'd look around and explore, but Ramse's question distracts him pretty much instantly as he blinks and looks up at him in surprise. ]

H-hungry?? Do you have...? [ A thermos staged in here somewhere? Sascha reflexively sniffs the air to see if he can catch anything. ]

[nostraightlines]

No, I didn't draw any for you.

[ but... ]

I think we're at the point in our relationship where I'd trust you to bite, if that's easier.

[pneumo]

B, bite....?? [ Oh god, oh god. He's so unprepared for that offer and statement it isn't even funny. Sascha would blush if he were the type, and as it is he's already just a little less slightly pale. His heart picks up and his stomach goes all sorts of weird, just because this...doesn't happen. humans don't offer and invite vampires to bite them, they don't say things like "trust" and "relationship", and they certainly don't do it to someone lien him who's already odd among his kind.

He feels humbled and excited and guilty all at once. ]

[nostraightlines]

...or not? It's up to you.

[ That reaction is a little strange and he's not interpreting it correctly, it looks more like Sascha is freaked out by it than anything else. ]

[pneumo]

I-it's not that I don't want to! [ This he blurts out almost right away. ] I do! I mean, like, a lot....! A real lot!

[ He's just not sure if he should. ]