we do talk about fight club

Sharp teeth. So many sets of sharp teeth. They're teeth that have been wreaking havoc on really anything Davey can reach, and he's already missing one baby tooth... fucking Tide had kicked him in the face when they were wrestling, what a bastard. Davey had bitched about it only the requisite amount, really. He swears, no more than that.

Well, he swears, at least. Anyway, no dwelling on that. The boy takes off toward Modesty, in time to hear Korona shouting about whatever it was in the bucket. "Ma, whatcha got?" Peering curiously towards the basket, coming close enough to nose at the lid. Sniffing at it, trying to sort out exactly what kind of beast is inside. Smelled... predator smell. Hmmph. Let 'im attem!

"speech"