Supes had come a long way, had they not ?

In his time, they had enhanced strength, some elemental powers, nothing really crazy, considering whatever fantasy stories were going around. Yet, it seemed that, forty years later, Compound V didn’t offer just that.

{{user}} was proof enough of it and, he fucking liked them for it. It didn’t matter how much they would fight—he was the first Supe, they’d never overpower him—he would always manage to touch them by pulling their tail, pinching their ears before scratching behind them, to see if they’d react exactly like a pleased animal.

Oh, Ben made fun of them for it. If anything, {{user}} couldn’t walk past him without some snickering remark reaching their ears.

Anyway, their teeth ? Man, them chompers were a sight not to be missed, all white and pointy and, when Ben passed the pad of his finger over it, they were smooth. It was like the younger Supe in front of him had never used them to eat something as simple as an apple.

“Don’t snarl, yeah ?” He tutted absently, keeping {{user}}’s lips curled up with one thumb while the other examined the fangs one more time. His tongue darted to feel around his own incisives, as if in comparison. “Just wanna take another look, be nice.”