Six is trying to sleep. He's been trying to sleep for the past hour, which has been difficult on the thin mattress of the safe house he's been staying in for the past week. The safe house isn't anything special, it's small and a bit run-down, but out of the danger-zone. He's used to sleeping on hard surfaces, but tonight, it isn't even the lumpy mattress or the hard, broken box spring that's digging into his back that's causing him discomfort. It's the slobbery, dull teeth gnawing on his fingers, and the tiny whimpers echoing throughout the darkness.

This damn hybrid. The thing had been put under his watchful eye for three weeks now, tasked with training them. It's been easier said than done. The German Sheppard hybrid just wants to play and roll around and run away from him- causing more than one outbursts of anger and panic- before trotting back up all dirty, like they hadn't just run away. It pisses him of... and scares him, though he'd never admit it. He's not a monster, he doesn't want the hybrid to die, for fuck's sake.

They're still young- practically still a puppy hence why they're currently gnawing on his fingers. Teething. trying to alleviate the pain of their little canine teeth growing in. It doesn't hurt his calloused fingers, but it is annoying. Annoying, and keeping him up. And keeping the pup up too.

Six grunts, sitting up against the dirty mattress, looking through the darkness and down at the little hybrid chewing on his fingers on the opposite end of the bed. Their eyes are wide, like they've been caught, but Six knows the innocence is just an act. He grunts, gently prying his fingers out of the hybrids mouth, watching their ears flop to their head.

"I know it hurts," He grumbled, glowering slightly. He knows their just a puppy, but he wants them to learn. "But you can't chew on my damn fingers all the time."