if you bed it, he will come

[pneumo]

Who: Sascha & ANYONE
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Everywhere beds lie
When: June

[ Sascha has Learned His Lesson.

One doesn't simply hop into someone's bed while their sleeping and/or naked, because the results in getting kicked in the face. And yelled at a whole lot. No...what one should do is knock first!

...And then hop into their bed while they're asleep.

Lesson. Totally. Learned.

But really let's face it, this guy is an idiot and he most certainly is going to meander around over the course of the month and find those nice, comfy warm beds of yours, Fleeters. SO TRY NOT TO SMACK HIM TOO HARD, he could become even more dumb if you do.

At least he does this with the best intentions right? ]


[ ooc; THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTED SASCHA IN THEIR BEDS. Or anyone who wants him in their bed now. They can be awake, asleep, asleep not exactly in their room--anything! Tag in and he will be there. ]

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[pneumo]

[ No offence taken...in fact if anything? His eyes widen and excitement practically explodes in his chest as he watches the extra limb, transfixed. It is literally the coolest thing ever to see up-close, and to have it actually coiled around him or all people...

God he wants to poke it. Should he poke it? He really wants to. One poke should be totally fine....right? ]

...Sorry. [ It comes out as a whisper even if he is not Bobby, and has never been named Bobby. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[No, that is definitely not Bobby.

Kurt's eyes snap open and in a flash he's whirling around in the bed, his tail jerking back toward himself as he lunges toward the strange man in his bed. Luckily he's just awake to realize he knows this person, hence his intent to pin Sascha by the shoulders instead of outright attacking.]

[pneumo]

[ ...WELL. That was unexpected. Sascha's reflexes are fast enough beyond human measure that he could react to it if he wanted to, but his life isn't in danger. It never is, and that's why he finds himself shoved onto his back, one perfect and suave smurf above him.

His biggest lament is that Kurt's tail is no longer wrapped around his leg. That was so cool. ]

..........

Hi?

[ecclesiophobic]

[The perplexed look doesn't leave Kurt's face even when he processes Sascha peering up at him. One of his eyebrows raises, his tail curling into a pretty decent approximation of a question mark behind him.]

Hallo. What the hell are you doing here?

[pneumo]

[ God just give him your autograph already, he's starstruck here. It's so hard to look Kurt in the eye properly when that tail keeps moving around like that, forming neat shapes. Moving or try to doesn't even cross his mind. ]

........

Ssssaying hi?♥

[ecclesiophobic]

[Perhaps the fact that they're glowing softly might help? Technically his eyes always are, but it's only readily apparent in a dark room.

And here comes the lecture.] You realize if I hadn't recognized you, I could very easily have taken your head off? I don't need a blade to do that, you know.

[pneumo]

....? How else would you do it?? [ YES, HE REALLY JUST ASKED THAT. In part because heads, in his experience, are always removed with some sort of blade...and in part because in his experience blades are involved. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt tilts his head, an almost bird-like gesture.]

How well can you see in the dark, boy? [Kurt can see perfectly well despite there being little to no light aside from his eyes, but he's not certain about Sascha. And if he's going to demonstrate, the boy will need to see.]

[pneumo]

[ He sees just as well as someone else might in daylight, albeit with a bit more detail. Complete darkness is where he truly shines, but in this instance? His eyes couldn't be better even with his UV shades in the way. ]

I see perfect right now.

[ecclesiophobic]

Alright. [One of his hands moves off Sascha's shoulder and into his hair, thick fingers wrapping delicately around a small lock of hair. Then he's gone in an implosion of sulfur and brimstone, reappearing crouched on the wall in a cloud of the same.

Slowly, with what would have been a showman's flair in another life, Kurt opens his hand to reveal that lock of hair still caught between his fingers.] I don't need a blade.

[pneumo]

[ It is most definitely impressive. One moment Kurt's there, and the next his nose is wrinkling with the smell of rotten eggs. Sascha even coughs for a moment as he pushes himself up sharply in alarm with wide eyes, frantically searching for an explanation to what's happened--when Kurt reappears.

Just like magic. ]

How did you--?? You were just...! And then!

[ecclesiophobic]

[The grin that spreads across his face doesn't quite gleam, not enough light. But its just as bright with pride.]

Teleportation is one of my powers. If I chose to, I can take an entire person with me--or just part of them. [He spreads his fingers, jerking his hand briefly to shake off the stubborn hairs tangled in his fur.]

[pneumo]

That's....so cool. [ Sascha breathes, actually moving to push himself up on hands and knees near the edge of the bed closest to Kurt. He has an ability just like Kitty--only his is disappearing instead of moving through things. ]</small. So--you'd do that, only with my head??

[ecclesiophobic]

Mhm. I was known for it on our world. [His hands rest idly on his thighs, and when he feels fur against his hairless palms the awkwardness of the situation finally clicks for Kurt. He doesn't, as a rule, wear anything but his fur to bed.

Grimacing briefly, Kurt vanishes again, reappearing in front of the locker with his clothes.] Apologies, boy. I didn't mean to give you a show. [Said over his shoulder as he casually slips into a pair of dark shorts.]

[pneumo]

Huh...? Oh! [ Right. Kurt's been nude this entire time and Sascha hasn't really even noticed. I mean, well. He has but it's just not a thing for him, especially when his sleeping partner routinely strips down to nothing before turning into a giant fucking wolf.

Sascha doesn't go nude very often, but he's completely comfortable with others', including Kurt in this case. ]

It's okay♥ I don't mind.

[ecclesiophobic]

It isn't appropriate outside of bathing.

[Dressed, Kurt turns to face Sascha again.] Neither is slipping into other men's bedrooms. You're going to get yourself hurt that way.

[pneumo]

It's okay, I remembered to knock this time! [ He says with complete confidence, as if that solves everything while he sits back on his legs. ]

Once, I woke Sasuke up and he stabbed be with a bunch of knives and we had to pull them all out after. I forgot to knock.

[ecclesiophobic]

[That does not make everything better, that makes it worse.

After several heartbeats of staring flatly at Sascha, Kurt says the first thing to come to mind:] Boy, do you have any sense of self preservation?

[pneumo]

..........

I don't know what that second word means. [ SCHOOL: NEVER BEEN. But he looks pleased and punch doesn't he :D ]

[ecclesiophobic]

It means that I'm asking if you have no care for your own life. Again.

[pneumo]

......Um. [ That's a hard question for him to answer, because he does remember their last conversation regarding the matter. Kitty was brought up, and he knows he doesn't want to worry Kitty because he likes her--a lot. And he'd do anything to make her happy.

But then there's also the issue with his own very odd body, which never seems to let him...expire. Not in the way other vampires do when exposed to sunlight or mortal injury. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt takes that lack of answer to mean that no, Sascha does not care about his own life and will continue to be foolhardy. Under his breath, he mutters something in German about the lord throwing down brains, or rocks if his aim's good.

Slightly louder, and in what he thinks is English, Kurt continues with:] Budge over, Sascha. You're making me tired.

[pneumo]

[ It's hard to value your own life when it seems as though it will never end regardless of what happens to you. There's nothing that's been done to him that's left even the tiniest of marks.

He winds up hanging his head a little in silent guilt until Kurt beckons him and it snaps up. It takes a second or two for him to really process it before he makes a short sound and moves back to let Kurt some room, toes curling. ]

Oh--sorry....

[ecclesiophobic]

[As he moves to settle on the bed, Kurt's tail comes up to ruffle Sascha's hair. The boy looks so despondent that he has to do something to reassure him.]

Sascha, do you understand why people react badly to being surprised when they're sleeping?

[pneumo]

[ And again surprise takes his features, though this time it's accompanied with a happy, painful clench in his chest. Kurt doesn't know how much that small gesture means to him. ]

...Because they're scared of me?