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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
Although he enjoyed poking and prodding at people, there was just some things that only he could understand and had no interest in telling others. This was one of these things, namely because he suspected it was rather odd and taboo. Ivan did not care for making a name of himself being the blunt and gloomy type, but to be weird? Ivan was quite terrified of social ostracizing. That was one of the things that stalked his nightmares, making him wake up in cold sweats. He was not a clown! He was a gifted kitten!
He found himself at a lost for words as Alaric padded over. The tabby seemingly meant no harm, which admittedly loosened Ivan's high-strung nerves. He wordlessly scooped the little teeth back into the box. In the corner of Ivan's eye, he caught Aurum's reaction and it was exactly what he had been fearing. There was no rational method behind this, none at all. For reasons quite unknown to him, which was unusual, he had made a habit of collecting his loose teeth.
Before he could respond to Alaric, Aurum spoke up. Ivan audibly groaned, realizing he had yet again traced another contradiction in his own personality. He must come up with something, and quick. "Yeah, they are; they're mine." He bristled. Did Aurum think he was spending too much time with Caustic? "Beck told me to get a collection weeks ago. I've got it now. My teeth." At this point, the replacing adult teeth had grown in so he rejected his childish theory that he was falling apart.
He found himself at a lost for words as Alaric padded over. The tabby seemingly meant no harm, which admittedly loosened Ivan's high-strung nerves. He wordlessly scooped the little teeth back into the box. In the corner of Ivan's eye, he caught Aurum's reaction and it was exactly what he had been fearing. There was no rational method behind this, none at all. For reasons quite unknown to him, which was unusual, he had made a habit of collecting his loose teeth.
Before he could respond to Alaric, Aurum spoke up. Ivan audibly groaned, realizing he had yet again traced another contradiction in his own personality. He must come up with something, and quick. "Yeah, they are; they're mine." He bristled. Did Aurum think he was spending too much time with Caustic? "Beck told me to get a collection weeks ago. I've got it now. My teeth." At this point, the replacing adult teeth had grown in so he rejected his childish theory that he was falling apart.