[Action] Going Calling

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

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[pneumo]

But the Bloodsport always has an open airlock--especially at night! That's when half their crew tends to 'wake up' so to speak, what with Bigby and Sascha being nocturnal. So just imagine this goofy vampire's delight when they receive a visitor of all things--and his favourite vocalist.

"--Tyrion!" What are you doing here you wonderful man, you.

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[tallasaking]

"Sacha! Just the vampire I was coming to see." Honestly the crews moved around so much - he was just pleased one of his friends stayed in the right place at the right time. So he saluted the other man cheerily as he closed up his shuttle.

"And how is my favorite vampire of night-time affection?"

[pneumo]

And thus Tyrion spoketh the magic words: I was coming to see, vampire, and favourite.

Honestly he couldn't have said anything else to make Sascha's features light up the way they do when he hears that, and it's obvious even behind his ridiculous UV shades. Which he wears even now.

"I'm--um! I'm great! You really came to see me???"

[tallasaking]

"Sascha, you're practically the only person I know at all on this ship - in fact you are the only friend I do have on this ship. Everyone else is passing acquaintances, at best." Tyrion offered the taller man a lopsided smile, patting him on the hand.

"So! Catch me up with yourself. You haven't been sneaking that often into my bedchamber, have you found someone else to cuddle with?"

[pneumo]

"Oh, uhh...well sorta! I mean, Bigby yelled at me for not asking people first so I spend most of my days sleeping with him?" And really, he means literally sleeping. Most days he's squished under a giant wolf. "But if you want I can come visit~~"

[tallasaking]

"... I was under the impression my permission was granted." Tyrion looked amused, "As I said, the rules always apply, but you are welcome to come when you like."

[pneumo]

Well with permission granted heck yes he's going to stop over more often. In fact-- "Is today okay then?? When you get sleepy?"

[tallasaking]

One corner of Tyrion's mouth quirked up, and he patted his friend's arm again. "Considering you are the only person warming my bed these days, certainly. You will be kicked out if I have a guest though."

[pneumo]

"Deal!" He will take it. He's not about to look a gift horse in the mouth when it comes to someone to sleep next to. "Do you get company a lot here?"

[tallasaking]

"On your particular ship? Not really. In my bed ... very rarely, unless Lily or Kitty need to talk." He quirks up one corner of his mouth. "Hence the open invitation, my oddly delightful friend."

[pneumo]

"I'm happy to be there anytime~" Literally. Any time he can worm his way in there is time well spent. He's already even looking forward to later this evening now, smile wide. "Yours super-comfy."

[tallasaking]

"Well that is probably because I have so much room in my bunk." Is Tyrion's dry response. "You can stretch out, no problem."

*yours is, thanks autocorrect

[pneumo]

"But your bed is the same as......ohhh." It clicks for him a moment later, as he's looking down at Tyrion. Of course.

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[tallasaking]

"Precisely ser." He smirked faintly, as he folded his hands together, before he started walking along the ship's hallways once more. "You have a great deal of space to work so."

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[pneumo]

And Sascha of course follows right on his heel, naturally falling into step behind him.

"Well... Sorta I guess? I mean, I share a room with Bigby and he's pretty...big." Like small elephant-sized.

[tallasaking]

A faint frown worked over Tyrion's face, as he arched an eyebrow up at Sascha. "You have to share rooms here? I thought everyone had enough space to have their own rooms, if they wanted."

Well, they did on the First Breath at least.

[pneumo]

"I don't have to... But I've never actually looked for my room. I mostly just transferred to this ship so I could stay with Bigby more." He was the first animal not to cower or growl in fear at him merely for existing in similar space as one another. He's incredibly fond of the wolf.

[tallasaking]

"You never ... " He pressed his lips together, repressing a grin. Then he arched an eyebrow, "Is that so? Are the two of you intimate, then?" He would now await the beating for allowing someone's paramour to cuddle with him at night.

[pneumo]

Well lucky for Tyrion they are fairly intimate...just not exactly in the sense he fears retribution from, luckily. Then again Sascha's never really given thought to the nature of his relationship with Bigby and still doesn't even now while being questioned.

Really, who wouldn't want to curl up with a giant wolf??

"I guess...so? I mean, I think he likes me! And I tell him I like him a lot. He even lets me pet him~"

[tallasaking]

Honestly intimacy is something of a foreign concept to Tyrion anyways. He only had it with two women before here, and even here he was delicate with it. That they were intimate at all was something shocking.

"... Well, there's no shame in that, since you both allow it."

[pneumo]

"...? Well of course. Why would I have to be ashamed?" Someone likes him and that person happens to be a wolf who doesn't hate him. That's like having won the lottery twice for Sascha, someone who had zero physical or emotional intimacy with anyone prior to his arrival. He wasn't sure he'd ever actually find someone who didn't hate him for what he was.

[tallasaking]

"Where I come from, relations between men are considered .. shameful. Sinful, in fact." He put up his hands up, "I personally think you should get love where you can find it, as long as you want it. So, I am happy for you."

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[pneumo]

"Guys aren't allowed to be friends where you're from???" Because of course, Sascha isn't thinking of the same sort of physical intimacy Tyrion is. Whatever's between him and Bigby it definitely isn't of that nature--so he just assumes Tyrion's alluding to friendship. Like the weirdo he is.

[pneumo]

And then of course he realizes a certain word has cropped up.

"Wait, Love??"

[tallasaking]

"... Yes, that is what we are talking about, correct? You and this Biggby person are in love?" That was what he Thought they were talking about, at least.