driftfleet | may-time mingling (starstruck!)

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may-time mingling (starstruck!)

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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...I don't know. He just pulled it out of the fridge. [ Sascha didn't even think to question where it came from. He just sort of put it in his mouth. ]

Maybe, then. I doubt people would go hunting down there without experience.

Are there actually animals and stuff on the moon?? I thought it was too dirty...

I don't know... I haven;t been down there that much, honestly, when I need to get out of here I go to the Iskaulit.

Get the gauze ready.

Oh! That's what Bigby and do-- [ Oh wait whoops right the gauze. Sascha picks that up again and...yep looks right at that deliciously red plastic tube. A younger Sascha would have tried to eat it and the blood instead.

Current Sascha just tries not to drool. ]

Easy, Sascha. Just press it there, you'll get this in a second.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean... [ To stare like he'd just love to gnaw off Ramse's entire arm. He has more self-restraint than that, it's just that he's still reeling from actually being given the offer as he hastily holds up the gauze, determined to stare a hole into the bedding instead of Ramse's arm. ]

[ He softens his voice; he didn't mean it that way. ]

You're fine. Here.

[ The needle's out and he bends up his elbow around the gauze to hold it in place while he takes care of the tube, careful not to drip blood anywhere but the kit. And now Sascha's just holding a thermos of fresh blood. ]

Go ahead, I'll get rid of this.

Are you sure...? I can help! [ He's not so starved for a bit of blood that he can;t control himself long enough to be of use, surely. Maybe he just wants to prove it to himself. ]

Help me carry it down the hall..?

--Okay! [ It's something, which is better than nothing. And he can put the thermos down without even casting a glance at it, look at that! He does have strength of will. ]

[ Well okay then whatever makes you happy! Ramse leads the way to the lab, where biohazards mysteriously disappear from the bin. ]

[ Man, you know? Sascha's never been inside a lab before. not even the one on his own ship, because the signs on the door usually keep him out.

And it stinks of chemicals usually to, but you know. Entering here has him wrinkling his nose a little and sticking close to Ramse's side, squinting behind his shades. ]

...What's this room for?

The lab? We mostly use it for medical things... Meathead gets hurt a lot.

Who's meathead?? [ You may need to explain that one ]

One of my crewmates -- he didn't tell us his real name, and that's what Ahsoka calls him. I guess it kinda stuck.

I wonder if he actually smells like meat......

Not to me, he doesn't, but he eats a lot of it so... maybe, to you?

Come on.

[ Let's get back to the room and get you fed. He's in the market for cuddles. ]

[ Yes, yes, please and thanks. Sascha's only to happy to follow after him--Ramse dos smell like fresh blood after all. And now that they're talking about it he can't help but wonder about this "meat" guy too. ]

I hope so....~~ Hehe.

[ They get back to his room and Ramse closes the door, dropping his arm and checking that the needle hole isn't still bleeding. ]

I don't think he'd let you lick him, fortunately or unfortunately.

...Can I lick you? [ Just in case that wound is still bleeding, you know. This is a totally normal request. ]

...Knock yourself out. You've got a whole thermos waiting, though.

[ But he holds out his arm, with the little speck of blood on the inside of his elbow. ]

[ Honestly? He expected a Look and a hard "no," so when he gets the opposite of that Sascha's actually a little stunned. He blinks, straightens, gets as close as he ever does to flushing, and swallows. ]

R--really??? [ Nevermind that Ramse is already holding his arm out. It's almost too good to be true and he just needs to be sure even if his hands are already raised like he just wants to latch onto him. ]

Really. Why not?

[ It's a little weird, but Sascha had the nerve to ask so Ramse isn't going to deny him something so simple. ]

I...um! O-okay! Thank...you...

[ Sascha mut have does and gone to heaven or something here. He can't believe he's actually being allowed to do something like this. He never once thought in his wildest dreams he'd have the chance, and the determination not to mess it up has him pursing his lips tightly. It takes a moment, but he'll reach out gingerly to take ramse's arm in his hands, lifting it a little...and ducking his head so he can give the tiny pinprick of a wound a sniff. He can smell the fresh blood and it has him whining right before he leans in and gives the area a long, slow lick. ]

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