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    Beasts of Beyond Other Archived Roleplay The Typhoon CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering

    CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering
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    09-11-2018, 03:38 PM
        Despite dead nerves, the tip of his tongue poked around the front of his mouth, investigating the unfamiliar pressure clamping his jaw shut. Thin and rigid beams locking his teeth together -- wires. The foggiest memory of a four-eyed beast insisting that she wire his jaw for it to heal as well as the panicked imagery of threading his gums closed with cable glazed over his vision. A clattering set of teeth bloodied with stitches danced on the bridge of his nose, an omen of what the medics had done to him. Tossing his head back, the boy set to work mindlessly wrenching the brackets holding his jaw in place. Without pain to restrain his movements, he had nearly yanked all the wires out and cast the slivers of metal aside in a slobbery haystack by the time the buzz in his ears paused for a squeaky voice. His focus locked on dislocating the final wire attached to a sharpened molar, the boy mumbled around his paw to echo her first word, "Hey." Spitting out the mangled splinter of metal, he clicked his teeth together several times before jerking his head around to peer at Linux with shiny eyes. "Aft-ter... after what?" He spoke with a stutter, disrupting his rasping question, "Did I do somethin', do somethin' wrong?"

        The poltergeist seemed to perk from his lethargy when the girl carrying the sea breeze itself floundered into his nearsighted vision. A bobbed tail quivered in an attempt to wag, lightly thumping against the porch as she spoke words he didn't understand -- he simply enjoyed the exotic lilt of her voice. "Uh-huh, guess so," followed the absent-minded wheeze, his head bobbing up and down in a lazy nod. His nodding died off as the glint returned to his dark glare, brow knitting in sudden concern. "Where's Aud-drey? What d'ya do to 'em?" An accusing tone slithered into his speech, assuming the worst had been done to his only companion and stumbling to his feet in a rising panic. He couldn't be separated from the plant again, not after what happened.
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    CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering - by beck. - 09-06-2018, 08:03 PM
    Re: CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering - by linux - 09-07-2018, 07:37 PM
    Re: CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering - by bubblegum - 09-07-2018, 07:53 PM
    Re: CRICKETS IN MY PILLOWCASE / o, recovering - by beck. - 09-11-2018, 03:38 PM

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