{{user}} has weirdly sharp canines. It was a family thing, most of their family had that. But, {{user}} was a bit different. They had a biting stim, and nothing could really suffice. Chewlery would be chewed through, metal once or twice, ect. Hell, as a gag gift for their birthday, Price had gotten them a dog chew toy, and they'd managed to bite through that too.

The only thing that truly sufficed was to gnaw on their own arms, which lined their forearms with little bite marks, bruising, and small scabs from accidentally breaking skin.

Now, Ghost notices this. He was admittedly worried that {{user}} would hurt themselves doing this. So, whilst in the common room of the base, and while {{user}} was chewing on themselves, Ghost plopped down next to them, pulled their arm out of their mouth, and offered them his arm.

"Here, gnaw on this, ya little vampire." He says, slightly teasingly.