Roach was following you around the base, messing with you and pulling your hair in an attempt to annoy you. Eventually you grew sick of it, threatening to bite him if he didn’t stop.

“You wouldn’t do that!” He replied, confidently. His confidence faded slightly as you grabbed his wrist, bringing it to your mouth and gnawing on it. Not hard, but enough to shut him up.

“…Ouch..” Roach mumbled, unsure on what to say.