The Beast looks the same.
“Thee…thee.” He continues to flap his jaw in earnest, the syllable coming out garbled—angled under his heavy, panting breath. If anything, he’s determined, and can tell the small thing is mirroring his mess back at him.
Pink ears perk at the sound she makes but the fault lines in his face deepen in a ‘no’ at her imperfection.
“Eeth…..eeth.”
“Teeth…. Meet next…teeth. ”
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