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]

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

[nostraightlines]

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

[pneumo]

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

[nostraightlines]

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. ]

[pneumo]

[ 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.

[nostraightlines]

[ 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.

[pneumo]

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

[nostraightlines]

...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. ]

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[nostraightlines]

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. ]

[pneumo]

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. ]

[nostraightlines]

[ Ramse holds still, ignoring that Sascha's licking right over his scar, something he doesn't usually like people to see let alone... this. It's somehow less strange now that it's happening, though. He lifts his other hand to Sascha's hair, running his fingers through it encouragingly. ]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha might a tried to suck on the area if it weren't for that hand. The taste of flesh beneath his lips is almost too much until Ramse reminds him why he's being allowed and by who, and his chest goes right with a bunch of emotions he's not sure how to process. But it results in one more lick to catch the last of that flavour, before he pulls back and rests his forehead there instead. ]