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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]

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.

[pneumo]

Wah-- [ There's a moment where he'll fumble to catch it and avoid being hit, but once he's got it, Sascha will...pretty much start on it right away. ]

Oh... That doesthn't so-- [ Right. No mouths full while talking. Sascha quickly pulls the wrench out for a moment. ]

Err--that doesn't sound very fun.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby keeps ransacking for something appropriate and ends up with a sealant which he makes a ball out of and comes back with.]

Do not eat it. It's a stop gap measure, but it might help, give you some resistance.

[pneumo]

...... [ It's a ball. That Bigby made and gave to him--that's practically a present. ]

I won't eat it! I'll take good care of it~! [ You know, while he's tearing it to pieces with his mouth. ]

[bb_wolf]

Don't take care of it, just use it as you need to.

[pneumo]

Oh...right, haha.

.....Can I use it right now?

[bb_wolf]

That's why I fucking gave it to you.

[Said without any actual heat.]

[pneumo]

[ And that's why he likes♥ Bigby barks a lot, but rarely bites. He tolerates him, and even helps him out with stuff like this--so Sascha's more than bright and perky as he starts to gnaw down on his new 'gift', making a happy sound at the relief it brings. ]

[bb_wolf]

Come on, we better clear off before the engineer finds us poking about.

[pneumo]

Ohh'aaay~~~ [ Maybe Bigby will let that one slip--he's got his upper left fangs stuck in the thing already. ]

[bb_wolf]

[If he made the attempt to not talk with his mouth full, it's good enough.]

When we get the chance, I'll help you stock up on chew toys.

[pneumo]

Bu'... [ Augh, let him try and pry this thing out of his mouth here, ]

--ghhh!! [ YEP, sure did just about half-tug one of his teeth out in the darn thing, ow. His mouth will bleed a little, but only for a second or two as he presses the heel of his hand to his gun. ]

Won' hhat cost mon'ey?

[bb_wolf]

You're getting money from Atroma. You can afford to stock up on things to chew. How often does this shit happen to you?

[pneumo]

Onethh e'ery year... [ Give or take. More or less, depending on how often he uses his teeth. ]

[bb_wolf]

Do all vampires do that?

[pneumo]

... [ Sascha's not sure he really likes this line of questioning. Not because it's invasive or anything, but because it reminds him and draws to light that yet again, he's different. No matter how he tries to forget or disregard it, he's really not like the vampires in his world. ]

Newborns do... [ Once. Only once. ]

[bb_wolf]

Huh. Fair enough.

[Bigby again drops it. He can smells Sascha's discomfort, so it goes to his mental Filofax and he moves on from it.]

Well, we'll get you a stack of chew toys. If it happens again while you're here, you'll be set.

[pneumo]

[ That he does, just like Kitty had, catches him off guard. The anxious pit in his stomach is still there, but it isn't starting to take root or get any worse. He's not sure what to do with it, other than to pretend it's fine.

He doesn't really want to think about it anyway. ]

......Okay. [ He holds the ball closer to himself, to keep from fidgeting. ]

[bb_wolf]

It's for chewing, not holding.

You better not have chewed up anything in my den.

[pneumo]

[ --Ahaaaaaaaaaaa. ]

N...not....lots.....

[bb_wolf]

...

...

Sascha.

[pneumo]

I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to--! It was j-just a few pillows, they were so chewy....!

[bb_wolf]

You will be fucking replacing them. They go into your room and you will replace them next chance you get.

Am I understood?

[pneumo]

Y, yes sir.... [ God, he's never been shopping before. Where does he buy pillows?? ]