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Steelsheen The Ravenclaw raised that large toothbrush and started scrubbing it against those dagger like teeth, clenching his jaw as he pushed that toothbrush up and down, forwards then backwards. Oh wait there was a question "I'm... from..... New York." he replied slowly, still wincing at the plant and trying to keep that grossness from getting to him "What about you?.... Where'd you hail from?"
There must've been something about the way he was brushing those teeth because the next thing he knew those drooly lips clamped down onto that large toothbrush. His head spun back towards the plant and tried pryyying that toothbrush out "Hey let go." he grumbled.
"Wisconsin...Green Bay, actually..." Dylan would have said more had the Piranha cooperated. Eying the older guy for a few moments, he lazily flickered his gaze between him and the rather large plant. The thing about plants...and anything that had a mind of it's own for that matter, was that one simply needed to reason with it...
The Ravenclaw was having a time, though, since it obviously was not giving up that toothbrush...Perhaps the poor thing had some tooth sensitivity going on...That happened with real people all the time. Not him, of course...because his teeth were perfect...but to his mother. But he'd seen documentaries about things.
Bleh, deciding to take one for the team, Dylan moved forward, immediately scratching the Piranha's top/head thing.
It was a shot in the dark, but hopefully some good, old-fashioned coaxing would get it's mouth open and this scrubbing back on track.