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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 makes an approving noise that Sascha is actively taking steps to stop himself being left vulnerable.]

Yeah? Thought I smelt them.

[pneumo]

[ He's learning, slowly but surely. ]

I can;t wait to go and see them~~~ I bet they'll be so cute!

[bb_wolf]

[Someone else would hold their tongue.

Bigby doesn't.]

Don't animals hate you?

[pneumo]

Yeah...but if I watch them from a ways away that should be fine right?? [ Bigby's literally the only 'animal' that doesn't hate him, honestly. ]

[bb_wolf]

Don't know.

[He shrugged.]

Guess so?

[pneumo]

Well--I mean as long as they don't smell me! That's usually what gives me away haha~

[bb_wolf]

You tried masking your smell?

[pneumo]

.....Masking? [ That's a big fat nope, he's never tried that. Intentionally. There is the odd time he digs a hole in the ground in order to sleep for the day though. ]

[bb_wolf]

Masking. Hiding your scent. Changing it with strong smelling things.

[pneumo]

Ohhh, like you mean taking a shower?? I do that every other day~!

[bb_wolf]

No. In fact showering probably makes it worse, removes anything disguising your scent.

I mean like perfume, or rubbing yourself with animal musk.

[pneumo]

......

What's musk?

[bb_wolf]

Scent. Type of scent. Sort that you can taste on the back of your throat.

Animals produce musk. Including people.

[pneumo]

Oh...! You mean how you smell like wet dog sometimes! [ Wolf. Wet wolf. ]

I like that smell. [ Sort of. It doesn't smell nice, but it's the smell of Bigby. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby gives Sascha a filthy look, lip twisting slightly like a wolf would bare a fang as a warning. There's also a low growl.]

[pneumo]

--Wolf!! Wolf, not dog! Noooo dogs here, only big, strong wolves! [ Smartening the heck up right now, yup. ]

[bb_wolf]

[The snarl stops. Correction made.]

Yes. All animals smell different. That's how I can track people.

[pneumo]

[ He really needs to stop saying the 'd' word one of these days, Bigby's a lot scarier when he growls like that. Sascha gives a sigh of relief. ]

What do I smell like...?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby stops and stubs out his cigarette on a wall, dropping the stub into the pack. Then he closes his eyes and inhales slowly, trying to process all of it.]

Well, superficially, I can smell me on you. Silicone, from the chewing. Blood, some yours, you moron, don't chew on yourself. Leather. Rubber. I can smell the toxins in your fangs. You smell like-

[Old. Old and starvation.]

Predator.

[pneumo]

[ That's the Sheol beneath the garb of Sascha, no matter what he thinks he is. The description though at least doesn't bother him; if anything he's just grinning sheepishly because he won't deny that he's technically a predator.

But what he focuses instead is on: ]

I smell like you?

[bb_wolf]

[Predator is kinder than digging into whatever it is that Sascha doesn't remember. May have chosen to forget.]

Yeah. Well, you sleep in my room, on me, of course you're going to smell a bit like me.

[pneumo]

I know, but still! I like the way you smell~

[bb_wolf]

... thanks?

[pneumo]

You're welcome~~