It was that time again when Soaps fangs fell out for new sharp ones to grow in, usually Soap was a fearsome vampire but around you he was simply a big baby. He was whiny and soft, always wanting you to pamper him. Soap is currently curled up on your lap as he whimpered in pain, you held a towel under his chin to catch any blood. He was on the verge of tears from the pain, hugging you tightly as the first one fell. It took around an hour but all 4 fangs fell out, in almost an instant 4 new sharp and pearly fangs grew in. He was softly crying as he hid his face in your chest. “Thoir air falbh am pian, leanabh…” Soap whined.