ss bloodsport mingle

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

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[pneumo]

Ohh...ouch. [ Sascha of course has never experienced that, however: ]

I had my hands cut off once. [ That's the closest he can relate to that. And hey--he did with without having his mouth full. ]

[bb_wolf]

Were you stealing?

[It's a common punishment for stealing.]

[pneumo]

Well...I mean! I never ever had money. So I...guess? Someone saw my eyes. [ And that means they knew what he was, soooo that never ends well. ]

[bb_wolf]

Did they chop off your hands because you were stealing, or because of the vampire thing?

[pneumo]

....Because of the vampire thing. [ No beating around the bush about it there. Sascha lowers the shoulder from his mouth for a bit as he looks down at it rather than Bigby. ] They didn't want me to be able to grab or hurt anyone, I guess.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. People sure are fucking assholes sometimes.

[Bigby tries not to bother getting angry over shit he can't change or avenge. These days, he mostly manages.]

Least they grew back.

[pneumo]

Uh-huh...! I'm really good at not dying. [ The same skill he listed as his "something you like about yourself" answer when it'd come up on the network a while ago. Not dying means he can still meet people and talk to them, after all. ]

[bb_wolf]

Not the same.

You could not die, but not regenerate. That'd suck. Knew of a guy, Nick Chopper, he was like that.

[pneumo]

Wait, so....if someone cut off his head, he'd just be stuck like that, but alive??

[bb_wolf]

Someone did. He's all made of metal now, replaced all his bits piece by piece.

[pneumo]

E...ewww.... I mean. It's sad but--gross. [ he can't imagine having to do that for himself after the number of times he's lost a limb or been hacked to pieces. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, tell me about it. I'm fucking glad I regrow bits.

[pneumo]

Me too! [ Granted he'd like him even if he did have to replace himself with metal, but. ]

You'd look funny with a metal foot.

[bb_wolf]

And it wouldn't shape shift with me. Would be a damn nuisance.

[pneumo]

Ohhh...yeah, that wouldn't work good. [ How would he run as a wolf then?? Sascha takes another chew of his bone for a moment, thinking. ]

You'd have to stay one or the other right?

[bb_wolf]

Dunno.

Doesn't matter, I guess.

[He serves up the meat and brings it over.]

[pneumo]

[ Nope, it definitely doesn't matter in light of all that meat headed his way. Sascha practically crunches down on a good portion of his shoulder when he sees that in his eagerness to finish up. ]

Mmn, mm! [ Still no talking! ]

[bb_wolf]

Don't scoff it. You can eat the meat and go back to the bone after. I'm not taking it away from you.

[pneumo]

Ohh... Okay. [ It's not that he thought Bigby would take it away per say, but he thought he should finish it before he started on something else.

Apparently not! Which is even better, so he'll set it down and quickly lick his hands clean. ] Do I have to use a fork and knife again?

[bb_wolf]

... go on.

[Bigby's being indulgent today.]

[pneumo]

[ Incredibly indulgent, wow. Sascha actually blinks for a moment to make sure he's heard right before he nods and goes to reach for the bit Bigby's given him with a pleased sound. ]

....Thank you.

[bb_wolf]

See, thing is, you asked. You didn't just grab and eat. You considered it. That's the important thing.

[He's learned the importance of thinking it over.]

[pneumo]

[ Oh man...if this is his reward maybe he should try doing this more often. He wasn't expecting to be given a freebie for a little forethought. ]

Mmn... I'll--I'll make sure I ask every time.

[bb_wolf]

Even if it's not with me. With Kitty, or anyone else. You use a knife and fork, pretend to be like them unless they know. In which case, you ask.

[He ruffles Sascha's hair as he goes by.]

Good, pup.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha beams. Because of the name, because of the ruffle and the gentle touch Bigby uses even though Sascha knows he could bash his head in. ]

Hehe♥ [ It's a brief touch, but he leans into it happily all the same--enough that he pays attention to that, rather than the food. ]