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

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt is warm; his fur is short enough that it doesn't hold in a lot of heat, especially given he lacks any undercoat to speak of. The shorts stay on, but because of said fur nothing else goes on.

He stays still while Sascha gets himself situated, the spade of his tail twitching idly. The press of forehead and nose between his shoulders is unexpected, but oddly not unwelcome.]

It's alright. [The answer comes just shy of a whisper as Kurt closes his eyes, cutting off the glow and thus any light in the room.]

[pneumo]

[ Sascha would see all the better for it, but his own eyes are already closed and he's begun to sink into the comfort of Kurt's closeness. He hopes it brings the man some measure of peace as he settles rather than squirms around or try to embrace him, just enjoying things as they are and letting his breathing even out. ]

...'night Kurt.