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! ]

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[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. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse raises an eyebrow, but he thinks he knows what the problem is. He goes to his closet to pull out a blood draw kit instead. ]

You think you won't stop?

[pneumo]

[ Sascha nods guiltily, fidgeting with his hands. Ramse hasn't even done anything and he finds himself getting excited and antsy at the same time. ]

My bite sometimes makes people sick t, too...

[nostraightlines]

Then don't stress out over it. You can help me with this instead.

[ He holds up the kit, pulling what's now officially Sascha's thermos off the shelf and going to sit on the bed. ]

[pneumo]

[ he nods, but it's still an overly-eager and anxious gesture as he follows suit, sitting cross-legged behind him. ]

What do I do...?

[nostraightlines]

[ He ties a band around his arm and passes Sascha the thermos, then unravels the tube into it and pumps his fist. ]

Hold this and when I tell you to, take the tourniquet off.

[pneumo]

O, okay. [ Don't stare at the vein on his arm don't stare at it, that's creepy right??

But god does he want to, he's really getting anticipatory now. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ It would have been less creepy and easier if you'd just bitten him, but safety first, right?

Needle goes in. He holds it there and motions with his head to the band. ]

Okay, now.

[pneumo]

[ Safety first :c because as much as he'd love to have bitten someone, he also doesn't want Ramse to wind up the worse for it. He's never bitten anyone without them being in a bad way.

So he's determined to do this right, pulling the bit of plastic lose as he tries not to salivate. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ The blood flows freely, then, through the tube and into Sascha's thermos. He knows the smell will probably drive puppypire crazy, so he keeps talking. ]

Okay, now pick up that gauze.

[pneumo]

[ it does to a degree, and the talking does help. It pulls Sascha's eyes away from the red flowing through the tube and back to other things, like what gauze is and why it's important. ]

--is that the white stuff?

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, it's the white square. You're going to press it to my arm so I can pull the needle out in a minute.

[ Not yet, though, it's not enough blood. They can talk about something else. ]

Who was the other blue person?