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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[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?

[ecclesiophobic]

Not you specifically. Because when people are sleeping, their guard is down. They don't hear you coming, so when they open their eyes and find someone in their bed that they didn't expect, its frightening.

[pneumo]

But I don't mean to scare them... [ He just doesn't want to be alone. And if he can take comfort in the presence of another for even a few moments...it's more than he'd ever get back in his world. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[God he wants to hug the boy.]

Then ask while they're awake if you don't mean to scare them. Intentions don't mean a damn thing when you're frightening someone whose instincts are to strike out.

[pneumo]

[ The answer is YES? Feel free to do this always and forever, at any time. Sascha will never say no. ]

Well...I mean, it's okay if they do. It only hurts for a little bit, and then I'll be okay.

[ecclesiophobic]

And if they don't want to be near you any more because you've frightened them? Some people are very protective of their personal space, they don't easily forgive it being breached.

[Sometimes he's one of those people, but for all that Sascha looks like a grown man (albeit baby-faced) his naivety invokes protective urges. Damn, if Kitty finds out he won't have any room to tease her about her maternal instincts going haywire.]

[pneumo]

[ No one can resist his stupid charm. He will have all the boyfriend fathers. ]

Even if you just want to be near them...?

[ecclesiophobic]

Some people don't want anyone near them when their guard's down. You can't get more unguarded than being asleep without being drugged.

[pneumo]

.....

Back home, the only time I could get near people was when they were asleep. [ It was the only time they didn't come after him with pitchforks or fire. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[Creepy, but considering Kurt has to often fight the urge to stalk the people he cares about simply from the desire to be near them without interacting with anyone, he knows he has no room to talk.]

And back home, I'm dead. We're not in your home any more, Sascha, or mine.

[pneumo]

[ Whooooa, wait wait--dial back the tone here, what did he just say?? ]

You're.....dead??

[ecclesiophobic]

Dead. Dying. Obviously neither of those things here, my heart beats too well for that. [As Sascha can probably hear.]

Sascha, my entire universe is dead, or will be soon. Why do you think I'm none too concerned about going back? There's nothing to go back to.