o1;; You didn't see that coming?

[silvercast]

Who: Pietro & You!
Broadcast: yes
Action: SS Bloodsport
When: Right now

[ Video;; ]
[ The video feed shakes, the audio cracking as the communicator is moved around. The broadcasting image so far is the floor, covered in multicolored confetti, and a pair of black and grey running sneakers in view. The left foot taps impatiently before the video swings again to the bridge of the Bloodsport. ]

[ There is a sigh before heavily accented voice accompanies the shoddy cameraman-ship. ] If this is someone's idea of a prank, it lacks humor.

[ The communicator finally turns around, and Pietro is very firmly not happy with this situation. ]

I have complaints.


[ SS Bloodsport;; ]
[ Pietro can be found in various places throughout the Bloodsport. In the kitchen, trying to figure out what the deal with protein paste is. The bridge offers a bit of a distraction with the endless sea of stars or the array of broadcast settings, and how can he resist settling into the bunks? It's been a very long time since he's had his own room. ]

Comments

[silvercast]

So this is normal for you.

[ This is really damn weird, but as long as things don't get any weirder.. ]

[pneumo]

Mmhmm~ [ Nuzzles aren't weird right can he get away with one of those? ]

[silvercast]

[ THEY'RE WEIRD. Pietro reaches to push Sascha's head back. ]

Stop that.

[pneumo]

But you're so warm..... [ Speaking of, so's that hand. He will allow this contact. ]

[silvercast]

Just-- [ He huffs. ] Stop moving. A little less of the.. rubbing.

[pneumo]

Hehe... Sorry, I'm just really happy♥ most people don't wanna share with me. [ He grins. ]

I'll stop moving.

[silvercast]

[ He doesn't really want to, but he is too wiped out to argue. Though there are boundaries that he's intent on keeping. ]

Thank you.

[pneumo]

[ He's not a touchy-feely groper at least! He'll huddle but his hands don't get...well, handset or anything. He literally just wantbtencomfortnornanother warm body. ]

Night~

[silvercast]

Night.

[ He doesn't believe sleep will happen, but resting his body should be just as good. ]

[pneumo]

[ Oh Pietro. Sascha will sure as heck conk out; he has no reservations like Pietro does, and within a few minutes he's out cold with his face pressed against the other's side. Slumbering totally peacefully and hey--no funny business whatsoever! No untoward touching at all. ]