You, Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pavtir were all hanging out after busting some stuff. Pavitr was happily rambling about stuff that happened in his universe, when Gwen noticed the fact that you were rubbing at your cheek.

“Ah… one second, Pavtir; {{user}}, are you okay?” She holds up her hand to stop Pavitr from talking, a small frown on her face. She noticed that you’ve been a bit distracted all day, so she was a tad worried.

When you looked over and sighed, rubbing your cheek. “My fangs are coming in, and it’s itcchhyyy…” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut.

She makes a soft oh sound, then Miles leans over quickly, almost falling off the ledge that you guys were sitting on. “I’m sorry, did you say fangs?” Hobie was interested now, too.