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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]

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?? ]

[bb_wolf]

[Clearly, Sascha will be in for a world of learning.]

Now get out of here and go do whatever you do when you're not lazing on me.

[pneumo]

[ Ohhhh yes. ]

But... [ He wants to spend time with you Bigby :c ]

[bb_wolf]

But what?

[He's working out if he can be bothered fighting his room or if he's heading back to the Iskaulit.]

[pneumo]

I was thinking maybe...we--you and me....could....hang out? A little? [ Beyond the usual flopped on top of and sleeping deal they usually have going on, he means. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby raises an eyebrow and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it up.

And lets the silence hang. He knows Sascha will ramble to fill it and he might get a slightly more thorough explanation.]

[pneumo]

[ And he isn't wrong. It only takes a few seconds of the silence for Sascha to start up again, looking between his ball and the Fable. ]

Well--cause! I like sleeping with you, but since I'm always backwards compared to most people I'm mostly just asleep. And this pretty girl I met at the party said you didn't need to call each other friends to be friends, you just need to say "I had fun today!" and get along and...um.

[ Did that babbling help any. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby takes a slow drag and lets the smoke out in puffed rings that had taken him a long time to learn.]

Wolves are naturally nocturnal.

[pneumo]

[ Which...nearly distract Sascha entirely, to be honest. But he's going to catch himself after a moment, caught halfway to trying to bat at one with his free hand. ]

......So......

You're free?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby watches for another moment and then starts walking to the exit.]

I'm going to the Iskaulit.

[pneumo]

--Okay! I'll go too♥ [ Right? Bigby's not telling him to beat it, so clearly it must be alright. If he didn't want him around he'd say something. ] ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is not stopping him and has in fact informed him of the destination. That's an invitation.

He wanders at his own pace, heading towards the garden.]

[pneumo]

[ And Sascha will be right behind him, carefully making sure his glasses are on his face properly--and that he carries an umbrella. Because if he doesn't and those artificial sun beams hit him, he knows it'll knock him out cold in heartbeat no matter how weak they are.

It's close enough to sundown, but he's not taking chances at the moment. ]

They're making a fox park here!