Chuuya
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He came home, and slammed the door. He had his hand in this mouth as he threw himself down onto the couch.
“…This damned glue.”
He huffed, picking at the plastic teeth in his mouth.
“You weren’t able to get them out?”
You asked, holding back laughs.
He turned to you, and gave you a cold stare for a couple moments before looking away again, yanking on his teeth.
“It’s — they’re stuck!”
He snapped, throwing his hands up in the air, seeming to have given up.
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