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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

[bb_wolf]

[ Bigby shrugs.

He isn't sure. But he can probably find them. ]

When we get there, let me scent around, see if I can get a good trace and then follow it back. If we need to.

[pneumo]

Okay!

You know, you're the first person I've met with a better nose than me.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah?

[ He's never met anyone with a better nose than him. Such a person doesn't exist in his world. ]

Even other vampires?

[pneumo]

Nah... I mean, their noses are pretty good? But I think I'm better most of the time. [ No one has a better smell back home than him among vampire kind, but even that pales compared to Bigby. ]

[bb_wolf]

[ Another suggestion that whatever Sascha is, he's not the same as the other vampires around him. Bigby makes note and files it away like everything else. ]

Whereas I can scent down virtually anything.

[pneumo]

No matter how far away it is? [ because Sascha needs a fresh scent, and there can't have been any interruptions to it like weather. ]

[bb_wolf]

I've got limits. But I'm not sure what they are. Never tested it to find out.

[pneumo]

We should try one day! It'd be fun~

[bb_wolf]

... maybe.

[ It's the most he's giving him. Which is more than he gives most people. ]

[pneumo]

[ Maybe may as well be yes to Sascha anyway, so he looks bright and perky for the answer, grinning a bit as he follows close behind. And maybe chews on the end of one finger a little. ]

Oh, oh~ Remember how I went to the dance??

[bb_wolf]

Sure.

[ He remembers Sascha saying something about it. He knows it happened. ]

[pneumo]

I actually got to dance with people...! Like, a lot! [ Three or four even] And they didn't think it was gross♥

[bb_wolf]

You had fun, then?

[pneumo]

Uh-huh! Lots and lots! I mean, I had a huge headache after from the light and I couldn't eat anything there, but aside from that... It was the best night of my life!

[bb_wolf]

Less great on the headache, but I'm glad you had fun. You get to dance with Kitty?

[pneumo]

Uh-huh~ [ And he looks especially happy about that. They had a bit of a Moment together, and he's especially attached to her for it now. ]

I didn't step on her once.

[bb_wolf]

Even better. I hear that's a problem when dancing, stepping on feet.

[pneumo]

Yeah, I did it a lot when we first started practising...

[bb_wolf]

As I say, I hear that's normal. Having never learned myself, I can't offer a personal experience.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha stops dead in his tracks when he hears that, looking at Bigby in surprise. ]

--You can't dance??

[bb_wolf]

Nope.

[ Bigby keeps walking, wandering into the engine room. ]

I'm a fucking wolf, why would I know how to dance?

[pneumo]

I...I don't know... But you seem like you know everything! [ Sascha hurries to catch up after him, still fretting over this new revelation. ]

[bb_wolf]

Nope. Can't dance. Don't know which fork to use for a big fancy dinner, either. I was trained to pretend to be human in puritan country, which meant simple foods and minimal music.

[ He starts poking about, looking for something that might work. ]

[pneumo]

Who're the puritans? [ He'll follow up, trying not to get in the way but starting to chew on himself a lot more. It's hard to get the pressure he wants without breaking skin, but he's trying. ]

[bb_wolf]

Stop. That.

[ Bigby tosses him a wrench to chew on. ]

They were religious lunatics.