ss bloodsport mingle

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Who: ss bloodsport + visitors
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Action: ss bloodsport
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( mingle, mingle, mingle? )

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[pneumo]

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. ]

[bb_wolf]

[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?

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[bb_wolf]

[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.

[pneumo]

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. ]

[bb_wolf]

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.]

[pneumo]

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?

[bb_wolf]

If I was? Yeah, I guess so.

[pneumo]

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

Just like this?

[bb_wolf]

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

[pneumo]

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

[bb_wolf]

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.]

[pneumo]

[ 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. ]

[bb_wolf]

No. Not in the slightest.

[pneumo]

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?

[bb_wolf]

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

Mm?

[pneumo]

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

[bb_wolf]

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

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

[pneumo]

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

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. You remind me of other Fables.

Why?

[pneumo]

No, it's....nothing. I mean. [ he huddles just a bit closer, the action perfectly easy to miss if one isn't paying attention. ]

I wasn't expecting that, I guess. [ To have someone relate him to their kind, for once. ]

[bb_wolf]

Sascha. What's bothering you?

Don't make me pick you up by the scruff of your neck and shake you.

[pneumo]

[ No please :c as much as he loves attention, he needs the skin on the back of his neck. Being shook though...that he could be alright with, if it was Bigby he supposes.

His shoulders hunch a little. ]

......

I'm old. Aren't I?

[bb_wolf]

...

[Someone's been telling Sascha things.

Or... maybe he's ready to remember.]

Yes. You are. I don't know if you're as old as me, but you are very old.

[pneumo]

[ Someone has been telling him things, and Sascha's been thinking a lot about it too. But having Bigby confirm it has him gripping the wolf's fur like someone trying to hide, head stubbornly ducked. ]

......How old are you Bigby?