Video/action

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha, Nami AND YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: Bloodsport
When: 4AM. We're not sorry.

[ When the camera feed switches on inside the Bloodsport, it's late. Late-late, as much as it ever becomes when one travels the universe. But in this particular case even the lights of the hall it chooses to focus in on have been dimmed to the point of being practically non-functional. Almost everything is obscured by shadow...including the silhouette which blurs across the screen for just an instant.

The next time the feed tracks movement, it's in front of the ship's captain quarters. The silhouette appears again, flattened near the wall as they slowly creep their way closer. A single hands slides up and opens the hatch to that the door slides open without a sounds--and for some reason? The motion-sensor on the lights doesn't even go off to adjust the brightness. It stays dark, and without a word the shadowed figure slips inside, creeps slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed that some might recognize as a slumbering Nami.

They sneak in close, lift a hand and reach it out towards her...

And instead of wrapping around her neck? It plants itself on the bed, right before that shadowy figure flops right down beside her and huddles close. For a cuddle. ]

[After a moment or two, Nami's eyes slide sleepily open, confused at first, and then a hand reaches hurriedly out for the desktop lantern, throwing her invader into full relief: one (1) Sascha, late night travelling cuddlebug.

There's a lot of supremely intense staring. Some tallying of the situation. She's naked. He's wrapped around her like a limpet. And then she smiles. Sweetly.]

Sascha.

[He blinks at her in surprise, then perks up happily.] Yes~~?

Ahaha!~ [Cheerful as always as she throws the covers back.] Here I was sure we'd discussed the concept--

[Don't ask how she managed to kick him in the face but it's a surefire winner, sending her invader crashing to the floor--]

-- of PERSONAL SPACE!!

[ It's possibly the most glorious sight Sascha as ever seen, since apparently Nami sleeps in the nude--for the whole half-second he gets to enjoy it (lucky you guys, huh??) anyway. Then he's left scrambling to get his feet under him again and push himself up, because Nami's stalking towards him already as he looks up with wide eyes and babbles; ]

I was j--just cuddling, no biting...! [ AS IF THAT'S THE ISSUE HERE. Nami clearly doesn't think so, because in half a second here? He's going to be fleeing for his life with her hot on his heels.

Have fun Bloodsport. It's also like four in the gd morning. ]


[ ooc; blue is Sascha, Green is Nami! Feel free to find either or both at any point after the broadcast on the Bloodsport, or just call...them..... ]

Comments

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[beardstrokes]

It's still not fair to the other person, Sascha. You need their permission.

[pneumo]

I knooow.... I said I was sorry to her.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan doesn't doubt that. There's nothing malicious about it. ]

I believe you. But this is not the first time. Would it help to have it written down somewhere?

[pneumo]

I can't re....oh. Wait. [ He can, he forgets that sometimes. ] Maybe...? Where do I write it?

[beardstrokes]

Perhaps we can sew it on a sleeve. Something to remind you, just in case.

[pneumo]

--You can sew??

[beardstrokes]

Yes? Nothing extraordinary, but I have mended clothes before.

[pneumo]

You really can do everything.....

[beardstrokes]

Don't get side-tracked.

[pneumo]

--Right. Yes. What were we sewing again?

[beardstrokes]

A little reminder in case you get carried away. I know you have problems remembering things. It might help avoid such . . . confrontations.

[pneumo]

....Ahaha. [ Y e a h. He got in preeetty big trouble there, and he's not keen to again. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan softens his voice a little. ]

I think the reminder would really help.

[pneumo]

I guess... I just don't have any way to pay you back! You keep doing nice stuff for me all the time...

[beardstrokes]

Why would you need to pay me back?

[ Obi-Wan actually sounds baffled. ]

[pneumo]

W-well...'cause.... [ He's. He's not actually sure, he just sort of assumed he'd have to?? Somehow? Favours should be returned and all that, right? ]

....Isn't that how people do it?

[beardstrokes]

[ He considers this silently before he speaks. ]

No, Sascha. We do things because we want to. Because it is the right thing to do.

[pneumo]

It's the right thing to...help me?? [ Obi-wan will have to forgive him his defeatist and self-depreciating attitude. They're ingrained pretty darn deep, and back home? It really would be strange for anyone to act like the Jedi is towards a vampire. Unheard of. ]

[beardstrokes]

I believe it is.

[pneumo]

...Hehe.

I wish I'd met you back home.

[beardstrokes]

[ Obi-Wan isn't sure how to respond to that. ]

I'm here now. That's what matters.

[pneumo]

[ kiss me you fool ]

Thanks, Obi-wan♥

[beardstrokes]

[ Finally, he smiles indulgent, his shoulders relaxing. ]

You're welcome. Send me one of your shirts and I'll embroider some writing for you to recall.

[pneumo]

I only have one! It'll be super-easy. [ he just uses the crew suits whenever he needs to do laundry... what is having possessions. But aww♥ smile from dad, tonight is fficially awesome. ]

[beardstrokes]

[ Only one? ]

Well, all right then. I'll come by later.