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

[pneumo]

[ Just don't turn too much and bowl yourself over... ]

You shouldn't run so fast okay? That was scary! I don't know how to fix broken puppies...

[bb_wolf]

I regenerate, Sascha.

[Sascha gets a look.]

[pneumo]

Well...I regenerate too but you still don't like it when I do stuff that hurts...

[bb_wolf]

Bruises are not the same as having limbs chopped off!

[He sits and rubs at his snout with one paw. It is a little sore.]

[pneumo]

I didn't do it on purpose...! [ How is he losing an argument to a tiny puppy, why this. ]

[bb_wolf]

I know. But it's not the same.

[Tiny puppy is still ancient, inevitable creature of magic and story.]

[pneumo]

[ And still someone he worries about, absently wiggling a finger at tiny's muzzle. ]

It feels the same...

[bb_wolf]

It isn't. A bruise heals in seconds.

Having your fucking limb ripped off form inattention is not the fucking same.

[pneumo]

I said I was sorry...!

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby rubs his snout and then stands up again.]

I'd like to be carried back to the ship. These legs are too short to run back.

[pneumo]

[ SHARP INHALE, right as sascha pushes himself up abruptly onto his knees. ]

Is that really okay??? [ because he would love to do that. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

I am requesting it. I am giving permission. You're not just... snatching me up against my will.

[pneumo]

Sorry... I was just--worried. [ He means the apology though, heartfelt and all. And he'll even hold his hands out for Bigby to walk into, since it'll make scooping him up easier. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby appreciates this and in return, settles in close to Sascha, sitting up in his arms but content to be held and maybe cuddled a little.]

Now you understand. You're huge compared to me right now. I can't stop you picking me up, even if I don't want it.

[pneumo]

[ What about cradled close to his chest as he stands up, and then pet a little? Because he can't not do that, especially when he feels how chilly the pads of his paws are. ]

Oh... Yeah, you're right. [ He's fine with being picked up and tossed around and flopped on, but Bigby's an entirely different story isn't he? Affection he can show his larger wolf self as opposed to his pup self are different. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby doesn't tend to haul Sascha around without permission, even unspoken. Except in his sleep, for which no one can really be held accountable.

Bigby presses his paws to Sascha's arm to warm them up a bit. Even if Sascha isn't warm, exactly.]

[pneumo]

[ 35C and holding, but he tries. ]

...'m sorry I picked you up before, Bigby.

[bb_wolf]

[Warmer than the metal floor.]

You're forgiven.

[pneumo]

[ He's instantly relieved. And flooded with a happy feeling in the pit of his gut, and he ducks his head just enough to rub his chin gently into the soft fur on Bigby's head. ]

...D'you want me to just heat up the meat like normal?

[bb_wolf]

For preference. I can't... remember what eating meat is like when I'm this small.

[He had been weaned and been forced to hunt small prey. Insects. Worms. Invertebrates. He made his way up to frogs and ground birds slowly.]

[pneumo]

Oh...should we get you something else then? What do baby wolves eat? [ Look at him, not using the 'D' word! He's come so far. ]

[bb_wolf]

Pups? They... Suckle. And eat kills brought by their parents. Well, mother, in our case. I suppose. I ate whatever I could hunt, really.

[pneumo]

.....

We have protein paste?

[bb_wolf]

I'll eat the meat.

[pneumo]

If you're sure! [ Sascha knows literally nothing about baby animals of any kind. But he's willing to do his best here for Bigby as he gets them onto the shuttle he rode over, setting it for autopilot back to the ship before he sits down with Bigby in his lap. ]

You're still really warm even when you're tiny.