The most unwilling broadcast of cuteness

[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Iskaulit
When: Now ish?

[For a while, he ponders the validity of just going hungry and thirsty rather than admit the trouble he seems to have wound up in.

When he went to sleep, sprawled across the floor in a hall in the Iskaulit, he hadn't paid much attention to the fact that there was a grating which shifted under him when he rolled.

When he wakes up, he's horribly, vividly aware of it, because he's stuck down the bottom of the vent and can't jump with enough force to push it open. Puppy legs just aren't strong enough to jump from smooth metal like that and whilst he considers just starving until whatever horror this is wears off, he quickly finds his soft little paw pads are getting irritated by the cold metal.

He tries to message Sascha directly with the communicator, conveniently down there with him. When then fails, he just shoves his nose against it until something turns on it blinks that light that means broadcasting.]

I need help. I'm... stuck. In a vent. On the Iskaulit.

[His voice is child soft and light.

And then he shivers, because the cold is coming up through his paws.]

((OOC: Bigby is glitching for a week or so. Bigby is glitching into an adorable pup.))

Addendum

[Bigby can be found mostly on the Iskaulit and Bloodsport, because while he'd love to hide away in his room, he can't actually get out of it on his own. So you can find the tiny pup wandering around on his own (possibly being stalked by a squealing not-vampire), terrorising the fox park like only a tiny pup can and sometimes falling asleep in random spots because he's just worn himself otu and abby bodies need sleep.]

Comments

[aigue]

Good. Move out of the way.

[Because she's going to yank the grate open with her teeth and jump into it.]

[bb_wolf]

[He shuffles back along the vent to give her space.]

[aigue]

[She lands lightly, trying her best to not land on him. It's a tight squeeze with both of them down there. Not wanting to linger she turns and latches onto the scruff of his neck with her teeth (gently, as if she's done this before).

Sorry Bigby, this might be undignified but it's the fastest way out of the vent. Holding him like she would one of her kits she crouches, then leaps out back onto the hall.]

[bb_wolf]

[In normal situations, Bigby would howl bloody murder.

But his scruff is grabbed and like young animals everywhere, he is hard wired, deep in his nerves, to have a single reaction to that.

He goes limp and lets her, flailing a little but with no real physical ability to resist.]

PUT ME DOWN!

[He can make his displeasure known, though.]

[aigue]

[He gets a muffled warning gekker in reply. Wow rude, don't yell at her for helping. She waits until she's moved well away from the open vent before setting him down, just in case.

Then she does, and she huffs.]

You're welcome.

[bb_wolf]

I could've jumped.

[He shakes himself out to settle his fur.]

... thanks.

[aigue]

With those stubby legs?

[She's bumping him with her nose.]

That's hard to believe.

[bb_wolf]

[He staggers sideways and falls over at the prodding.]

Stop that.

[aigue]

[Oh good lord. She snickers and will oh-so-helpfully pick him up by the scruff of his neck again, setting him down on his feet.]

Sorry, there you go.

[bb_wolf]

[He growls and tries to snap at her as soon as he's let go.]

Stop that!

[aigue]

[Oh noooo puppy teeth how scary.

She's just

Going to put her paw on his head.]

Calm down.

[bb_wolf]

[He glowers at her.]

I will get bigger again.

I will step on you.

[aigue]

That would be rude of you. It's not as if I've stepped on you.

[She's just... treating him like a cub.]

[bb_wolf]

Really? You think treating me like an infant is any less rude? I'm older than a lot of human civilisations, whatever my body is currently doing.

[aigue]

I can't help it! Parental instincts and all.

[She's probably going to regret this when he's back to normal, isn't she.]

[bb_wolf]

I'm not even the same species as you!

[aigue]

No, but you're almost the same size as a kit.

... You know, you're very small for a wolf cub.

[bb_wolf]

Yes, I sort of fucking know.

I was the runt, okay? Of a litter of seven. I don't like being picked up.

[aigue]

That explains it. [She sets her paw back down.]

I was the biggest of five.

[bb_wolf]

... I had six bigger brothers.

I outgrew all of them. They learned to fear me.

[aigue]

This is about as big as I ever got.

[Slightly bigger, since she was a male fox back then.]

You did well for yourself.

[bb_wolf]

I worked fucking hard for it. Putting on that sort of mass didn't come naturally.

[aigue]

How did you manage it, then?

[bb_wolf]

A lot of hunting and eating. Started small, worked my way up. Had to get big enough and strong enough to take on the North Wind.

[aigue]

Why? Couldn't stand someone else being better at the whole huffing and puffing nonsense?

[This is kind of turning into storytime.]