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A - Bump In the Night

[ Which is to say, literally it's night time and Sascha's bumping into stuff because someone forgot to put on his shades before he "got up" for the evening, and he can't remember where he placed them. He can't open his eyes fully without the light of the ship (ambient, artificial or not) blinding him and burning his retinas, so he's forced to both squint heavily and feel his way along via the walls, sniffing at the air to try and get a better sense of where he's headed.

...Unfortunately neither of those things really help him when it comes to dodging objects or avoiding doorways and doors themselves, so more than once he's going to trip or stumble or reach for a piece of wall that isn't there...and fall flat on his face. Life is hard :c ]

--Owww....

B - A SPORTS-TRAINING MONTAGE

[ When he isn't being a failure at life, Sascha has decided to take some advice he received to heart and begin: super hero training.

Only, he doesn't actually have any idea how to train, where to do it, and just what he ought to be doing in order to accomplish it. Winn said he could have untapped potential, maybe even train himself to be faster and stronger and...well, let's face it. He's never worked a day towards being physically fit or capable in his life. The only thing he's ever wanted to do is fit in and not stand out, which means he's never really tried to use his strength, speed, or stamina for anything outside of what could pass for normal.

Although he did lift those giant speakers for Kirito that one time. Maybe that's a good way to start...?

So when he thinks he can get away with it, Sascha will sneak his way off to the cargo hold of the ship and begin poking around. There's not anything in the way of training equipment, not like on the Iskaulit--but then, he doesn't really want anyone to see him doing this anyway. "This" being lifting various boxes and cases within the hold no matter how big or small, heavy or light. You might even catch him carrying something rather heavy-looking!

He's not exceptionally strong compared to a human, but where he does differ from them? Is that he can keep doing it. And doing it. And doing it because his stamina? Is waaaaaaaaay better. ]

Edited 2016-06-06 12:46 (UTC)

[ Less along the lines of either of the above though, is the downtime Sascha spends with one person in specific:

Bigby.

It's not an unusual thing for him to whittle away the nights he doesn't venture out with the Fable since they share a room together most days (being nocturnal and all). It's habit and routine by this point for him to wake up when the wolf rolls over and squishes him, or shoves him with a pay, or drops his muzzle on him...you know. Standard stuff. He never complains and he's always happy for the reminder that there's at least one animal in the universe that doesn't hate and fear him immediately.

...And who lets him play with their paw as he lies on his side, eyes bright as he wiggles two of the wolf's oversized toes back and forth slowly. Because they're so darn fluffy and soft no matter how tough the pads of his paws are and Sascha loves them. ]

[Bigby is, in this regard and this moment, incredibly indulgent.

Generally speaking, Bigby doesn't let people touch his feet. He also doesn't sleep well with other people around, but Sascha has managed to slide under his defences on that one as well.

He wakes up because his toes are being played with and shifts enough to shove his wet, cold nose against Sascha's head and neck, double checking it is who it should be.]

[ And it is exactly that, and just in case there's any doubt Sascha lets out a quiet but sudden laugh as Bigby's wet nose bumps into him, shrugging his shoulders up and grinning widely. One hand leaves his oversized paw to reach up and half-hug the wolf's muzzle, rubbing the top of it gently. Just in case he isn't ready to quite wake up yet. ]

[Bigby makes a low sound that says he's not really awake yet and half shoves his nose under Sascha, lifting him off his feet before his head tucks back in and his paw drapes over the top of his snout.

Yeah. Not awake.]

Wah-- [ He's not expecting to be picked up and subsequently ruled away, but hey. Sascha has no complaints. He covets moments like this, opportunities to actually be close to not only an animal in ways impossible prior to now, but also someone he happens to be incredibly fond of. Bigby isn't an affectionate person by any stretch, but instances like this?

These are what Sascha likes the most. So he nuzzles in close and settles under the weight of his paw, happy. ]

[Big's nose wrinkles briefly and then he settles again with a heavy sigh and the rush of fresh winds around them.]

... 'sit evening yet?

[ when he does the scent of fresh mint and pine hits Sascha's nose, and he sighs pleasantly as a result before responding. ]

I think so... I'm awake. [ he hasn't checked any clocks or displays since his shades are off. ]

[Bigby grunts and sighs again, settling back into his position.]

Fuck it. Not getting up yet. Not much fucking point on this fleet. Maybe I should try hibernating.

But wolves don't hibernate... [ This he says with amusement because he's just picturing a giant sleepy Bigby out in the snow, continuing to softly run a hand over the top of his snout. ]

Wolves don't grow as big as I am.

[He's not a wolf. He's a Fable wolf. If he wants to hibernate, he'll fucking hibernate.]

Hmm... [ that he'll give him. But he's still going to sound amused. ]

If you slept through winter does that mean I can stay?

If I was? Yeah, I guess so.

[ Sascha leans his head against the other's snout. ]

Just like this?

Mm. Maybe. Might shove you off my snout after a while. Don't think you'd be so good at hibernating.

Not really... I can only sleep during the day. I'd wake up when it was night out.

Yeah. Not good for hibernating.

[He gives a small yawn and another huff of pine and mint and north wind cold.]

I can sleep through a winter. Did it sometimes, when it was too cold to bother coming out.

[Avoiding his father.]

[ Bigby.... ]

I froze once, does that count?

[ ...No, really. He was frozen for a couple of months in death-limbo when he misjudged some weather and had no place to sleep. ]

No. Not in the slightest.

I figured... [ He sighs again and nuzzles in a little closer, closing his eyes although he has no intention of trying to sleep again. ]

...Hey, Bigby?

[Bigby is silent a moment, then hums a query.]

Mm?

Do you think I'm...different? [ And not different as in stupid, or weird, or useless, or ridiculous. He means different. ]

[One large eye opens to peer at the vampire' draped over his snout.]

Yes. You mind me more of a Fable than anything else.

...A Fable? [ Like him? Bigby?? ]

Yeah. You remind me of other Fables.

Why?

Sascha | OTA

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