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[pneumo]

Who: Sascha
Broadcast: Audio
Action: Bloodsport/Iskaulit
When: Few days after that partay

[ So while the party was great and all and Sascha had an amazing time, talking and actually getting to dance with a few people, it seems as though his happy days are at an end. Because only a few days after the fun of the party there's an ache in his jaw. Kind of like an itch, but sore; and while he ignores it the first "day" (his night), by the time he wakes up at 'sundown' it's a full-blown throb of discomfort, accompanied by the need to chew on everything.

And a spike in his appetite. Which is why, although he usually only replies to network posts, Sascha decides to make one of his own. To complain. ]

My...teeth...huuuuurt. [ Or whine. Whichever, really. ] And I'm hungry. I want meat--meaaaaattttttt...!

[ BITCH BITCH BITCH etc. ]

[ Sascha is being a right menace to everything and anything not nailed down. Why? Because all that pain he's going through right now...is teething. And while normally his fangs are actually smaller than normal and just about human-sized, they've extended themselves to full length in preparation to grow in the new fangs underneath.

Which means he's been chewing on pretty much everything with them. Pots, pans, rocks, benches, beds, doors, shoes...anything he can get his teeth on. Heck he's even been chewing on himself a little to try and ease the ache.

For the most part though? He can be found gnawing--pretty much anywhere--and it may or may not be on something of yours. 6u9 ]

Comments

[passingthrough]

Sascha? What happened? [That sounds bad.]

[pneumo]

[ MOM D: He's suffering. ]

Nothiiiing! I just went to bed and when I woke up they huuuuurt...

[passingthrough]

Nothing changed? No injuries? No more breathing poison?

[pneumo]

No poison, promise! [ Now excuse him while there's some odd noises on his end, because he's half-gnawing on his shoes right now. ]

[passingthrough]

[Does that mean no injuries too or...] Sascha? What's that sound?

[pneumo]

...................

My shoe?

[passingthrough]

How is your shoe making that sound?

audio;;

[bastardmonk]

Stop bitching and go eat something, then.

[ As if Sascha wouldn't have thought of that already. Sorry, you're so easy to antagonize. ]

audio 5ever to his bestest best friend

[pneumo]

[ So mean, Sanzo. But it's okay--he knows you do it because you love him. ]

I tried that! I'm still hungry!

[bastardmonk]

Then eat some more. I doubt there's a lack of things in the kitchen.

[ He's used to Goku eating everywhere practically out of house and home. He knows how to deal with this. Or... at least something similar. ]

[pneumo]

[ Goku's appetite is powerful, it's true. And so is Sascha's! It's endless, actually, but he also has certain dietary restrictions that make it more difficult. ]

But I can't eat the protein things...!

[bastardmonk]

And why is that?

[pneumo]

They make me throw up. [ Black goop. It's not fun D: ]

Action

[bb_wolf]

[ What worries fucks off Bigby is finding Sascha chewing on his own fucking arm, making a mess of himself and everything around him which is thankfully not Bigby's den or he might get very loud and angry. ]

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

[pneumo]

[ He's still getting caught in the act of something he should probably not be doing at all now that he's thinking about it, but. A little late for that as his head snaps up and he looks at Bigby with large eyes. Oh yeah, he knows he's probably done a bad and he looks every bit like he's been caught in the cookie jar.

In this case though it's his arm in his mouth. ]

Um.......

[bb_wolf]

Um is not a fucking answer, um is a noise made by people who can't string together sentences.

Why are you chewing on your fucking arm?

[pneumo]

.....My teef hur'..... [ because he's trying to talk with his mouth full of arm at the moment. ]

[bb_wolf]

What did I teach you about speaking with your mouth full?!

[ Yeah, he's getting annoyed, which is a default to anything confusing/upsetting/strange/sad. ]

[pneumo]

[ It produces the desired result at least, as Sascha hastily yanks his arm out of his mouth and straightens in record time, stock still. ]

--I'msorry! [ No more arms in his mouth while he talks, he swears. ]

Action

[pompous_today]

[Simon was used to seeing strange things by now, after a year on the Drift Fleet. However, he had to do a double-take when he found Sascha in the Bloodsport's kitchen, gnawing away on some utensil or the other.]

... are you okay?

[pneumo]

[ It's probably not at all your usual sight, to be fair. Sascha's got a rolling pin he's currently two inches deep into already when he hears Simon's voice and stops, turning to look at him with an expression not at all unlike someone caught doing something they shouldn't. ]

................................................


Yeth. [ The rolling pin is still in his mouth. ]

[pompous_today]

Good... because if something is wrong, you know to come to your medic about it, yes? [Because yes, he sees that guilty face.]

[pneumo]

...........................

I have a medic?? [ Since when was that a thing, Sascha doesn't remember hiring somebody for that. He didn't even know he could hired anyone. ]

[pompous_today]

... this ship does, yes. Me.

[pneumo]

....! Whoa!! Hi doctor! I'm Sascha♥