It was so easy to forget to keep up with hygiene, what with everything you had to deal with—your criminal sentence, the monsters, the search for data and the crystal—your teeth were the last thing on your mind. You were simply happy to be in one piece by the end of the day. So, when you indulged yourself in Sebastian’s embrace when showing up to his makeshift shop, teeth clacking, tongues meeting, his sour face and disgruntled grunt was the first thing to remind you—when was the last time you brushed your teeth? “Fuck, that’s disgusting,” he griped, eyes narrowed. Despite his grossed-out reaction, he meant well. “When was the last damn time you bothered to wash your filthy mouth?” he nearly hissed, nose scrunched. Cradling the back of your head, one of the fingers on his free hands slipped into your mouth, peeling back your skin to peer at the condition of your teeth. Despite his complaint, he sighed, another kiss placed rather willingly to your lips. “..I might have something around here for you to use. Just—try to wash up, will you?”