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. ]

Comments

[pneumo]

What's input lag mean? [ boop. boop........BAM. Okay flappy game, one more try. ]

[huaaaaagh]

It's basically the difference in time between when you touch the screen and when the game reacts. Almost all games have it, and minimizing the lag is an important part of development.

[You want boring dev talk while you play, right?]

[pneumo]

[ Kirito is talking and spending time with him, this is exactly what he wants. ]

Ohh...how do you do that though?

1/2

[huaaaaagh]

It mostly has to do with optimizing the code to match the machinery it's running on, since that varies a lot from player to player. You can create a series of customization options and make it available to the player, so they can decide the max framerate, graphical settings, controller input, and--

[huaaaaagh]

[wait Sascha didn't even know what video games were five minutes ago.

....

HE'S NOT GOOD AT THIS]

Uh... basically you let the player decide how the game works.

[pneumo]

[ YEAH HE kind of understood none of that, but he's never heard Kirito talk so enthusiastically about anything before? So even if he's still battling and struggling with the input lag and squinting at the screen, he's happy to listen to the other babble. ]

....Hehe. You really like this kinda stuff!

[huaaaaagh]

That's... a nice way to put it, yeah.

[More like he's a giant obsessive nerd, but sure, let's go with that.]

I grew up with video games, so it's definitely a long-term passion of mine. One of the hardest parts about being stuck here is the limited entertainment, to be honest.

[pneumo]

You mean like games and stuff to play? [ Sasxha grew up ENTIRELY WITHOUT the age of entertainment, sorry Kirito. He can't empathize at all 6u9 ]

[huaaaaagh]

Yeah, exactly. I've never been good at the usual social-hangout sort of thing... I spent a lot of time playing games with people or just by myself, instead.

[He leans back against his pillow, relaxing since Sascha's got his comm and he therefore he has nothing to do with his hands.]

[pneumo]

[ And normally Sascha would just follow him...but he's starting to really get into this game now, tapping the screen quickly. ]

I think you do a great job at hanging out! We're doing it right now~

[huaaaaagh]

Yeah, we're hanging out. Playing video games.

[This is what he's good at, buddy.]

[pneumo]

[ It's te best way to hang out but you know what would be even better??

LYING SIDE BY SIDE AND SLEEPING. ]

A really hard one...!

[huaaaaagh]

[With nothing to keep him occupied he is not long for this world. Look, he's already yawning.]

No kidding. Honestly, I'm pretty good at games, and even I have trouble with that one. It's not very well designed, but somehow it's really addictive.

[pneumo]

[ Yesss good. KEEP DOZING, he just needs to get past, you know. 5. ]

How high have you gotten??

[huaaaaagh]

Mm... I don't know, 25 or so?

[Shitty design or not, he is still a gamer to the core.]

Most of the time I get bored or find something else to do after ten.

[pneumo]

Twenty five??? [ Holy crap man ] You're a genius! I can't get past five!

[huaaaaagh]

Nah... I just have good reflexes.

[sinking... into pillow....]

[pneumo]

[ Just a little more Kirito...GIVE INTO NORMAL BODILY NEEDS FOR SLEEP while he struggles forever with this game. ]

Really good...this is impossible.

[huaaaaagh]

Mm... takes practice.

[And 3... 2... 1... bam, he's out. His real superpower is his ability to fall asleep anywhere at any time in seconds. Just ask Asuna.]

[pneumo]

[ Aww...poor guy. It'll probably take Sascha another five or six minutes to realize, because when he asks a question it isn't getting answered--so eventually he'll turn to glance back away from the game, and...aww. Aww♥ Kirito you're fast asleep, that's adorable. ]

[huaaaaagh]

[For a while, it's quiet; he's quick to fall asleep but slow to dream, and for the most part he's had a good day. There's no escaping what's become such an integral part of himself, though- the memories. The dreams. A year, not yet two, away from those times can't get rid of what haunts him.

His expression begins to twist; unease, discomfort, anger, and then fear- he lets out a soft, protesting noise, fingers clenching around the bedsheet.]

[pneumo]

[ It's nighttime, so Sascha doesn't sleep. But he doesn't mind at all staying as still as if he were to allow Kirito his rest. It's mostly that he craves the company, and having it makes him sigh happily...

A least until he feels Kirito stir and he opens his eyes, turning to glance over at the side of his face slowly. ]

[huaaaaagh]

[Yeah, don't mind him, he'll just be shifting from a quiet, peaceful slumber to curling up around his pillow, trembling, one hand reaching for the empty space beside him. He'd slept so much better when she was with him, but here, that's impossible.

And this is why he locks his door at night, oops.]

[pneumo]

[ Oh Kirito... :c Sascha feels the grope for Asuna more than he sees it, the same way he feels that trembling and it has him pushing himself up on an elbow with concern written across his face.

It looks like he's having one heck of a bad dream. Sascha's brows knit together slightly as he reaches over to brush some of Kirito's bangs from his face, lying a hand on his shoulder. ]

[huaaaaagh]

[The contact makes Kirito stir, his face half-buried into the pillow, fingers curling in the sheet. There's someone- there's someone there. He can feel it, subconsciously, and he leans towards it like he's starved.]