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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

[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. ]

[bb_wolf]

[ It calms him down again, he might get some proper answers now. ]

Right. Explain. Again.

[pneumo]

I--yes. Sorry. Um.

[ Breathe, swallow. Okay ]

My teeth...hurt.

[bb_wolf]

Your teeth or your jaw and gums?

[ Different things. ]

[pneumo]

Oh.... Uhh. [ Sascha thinks for a moment. ]

I guess it's my jaw and gums, hehe.

[bb_wolf]

Come here.

[ He beckons Sascha closer. ]

Crouch and open your mouth, let me check it.

[pneumo]

Okay... [ Normally he wouldn't like having anyone near his mouth for concern of his saliva and teeth, but since it's Bigby of all people--what could be the harm? Sascha moves over as he's been bade and crouches just a bit, opening his mouth wide so that his elongated fangs are visible, the gums behind them swollen and red with hints of white behind them indicating a new set ready to come in. ]

[bb_wolf]

[ Bigby isn't reckless about it. He's also not sticking his fingers in there. He does use the handle of a fork to move Sascha's lips away so he can see, gently poke at the inflammation. ]

Hm. You look like a pup growing in adult teeth. Teething.

[pneumo]

[ And when he touches the area Sascha whines appropriately, fidgeting a little in an effort to keep his mouth open until Bigby's done. ]

But I just finished that a little while ago.....

[bb_wolf]

[ Bigby shrugs. He isn't saying he has all the answers. Just what it looks like to him. ]

Okay. Doesn't change that you look like you have another set of fangs coming in there.

[pneumo]

[ It's okay, he's mostly just complaining as he closes his mouth again and visibly grinds his teeth to try and alleviate some of the discomfort, holding his cheek. ]

I hate teething.

[bb_wolf]

[ Bigby doesn't really remember it, it was so long ago. He does regrow teeth on occasion. When his are knocked out or broken. ]

Would it help if we ripped out the ones already there?

[ He is actually trying to help. ]

[pneumo]

Th, hat would hurt a lot...! [ Dad. Pls. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, probably. But would it help make it all pass faster?

[ Because a spike of pain and relief is better than possibly weeks of this. ]

[pneumo]

M...maybe? [ God, he's never tried doing that. It's always been too uncomfortable for him to try. ]

[bb_wolf]

Hey. Hey. Look at me.

[ He makes sure to get eye contact before continuing. ]

I'm not going to do it unless you're okay with it. I'm a bastard, not a total asshole, right?

[pneumo]

[ The direct gaze helps, and Sascha's shoulders relax some from their tensed position. ]

I...yeah, I know. Sorry. I just don't like having stuff happen to my mouth... [ It's a dangerous place and beyond brushing, he doesn't like to fiddle around in there. ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah, I hear you, pup. Come on, lets see what we can find you to chew on for now. There might be some kind of silicone filler we can made a wad out of and you can chew that in the interim.

[pneumo]

[ Pup again♥ And not only that, but Bigby actually trying to help him find something to gnaw on. Sascha couldn't be anymore touched and pleased as he nods, very quickly smiling as he hurries over to the other's side. ]

Yes please! [ Manners: he is learning. ]

[bb_wolf]

[ Bigby doesn't really know what he's doing, but he knows puppy chew toys are silicone and silicone is used to seal gaps in windows and walls... Therefore, a making a ball of silicone might help. Right? ]

I don't actually know what I'm doing, you realise.

[pneumo]

Yeah, but you're helping me! [ So if Bigby were a wolf right now, doubtless Sascha would be flopping all over him happily. But since he doesn't enjoy it as much in human form, he holds back for the moment. ]

[bb_wolf]

[ He'd try flopping and get knocked off because Bigby's moving through the ship towards the engines. ]

If I can't find anything, you'll need to find the engineer and ask them about it. If we can't find anything.

[pneumo]

Who's the engineer? I only know the blood pill guy! [ And "know" is a very liberal term he's using there, because as the nickname suggests, Sascha can't exactly remember his name. ]