"My teeth DO NOT need to be cleaned!" Manslaughter shrieked at Dan, swatting at him. She was lying, of course. She literally has not brushed her teeth in a year [two years?], and it showed. And smelled. God, did it smell.
"I bet you don't fucking brush that much, anyway!" she continued to scream, gabbing a mile a minute just to save herself, "I bet you just fucking wear dentures like some stupid old man! Which you are. You're old, and gross, and ugly. I hate you. I bet you're gay."
Ah, to be eleven years old and to think "gay" is an insult...
A heartbeat passed. She shrank back further, fumbling in her hoodie pocket in the meanwhile... and then took out her little pissbaby butter knife and swung at him. "FUCK OFF!!!!!!"
A hand quickly clamped over Manslaughter's mouth.
"Now listen here, you little shit," hissed Dan as he leaned in, wings spreading behind him. "I've been to Heaven, and I've been to Hell. So I know all about the place they're gonna drop you in when you're gone. And guess what? You're not gonna be missed or remembered. Not unless you clean these damn ugly teeth of yours." He removed his hand, revealing the mask pumping laughing gas into her. "Now shut up. And for that little outburst I'll charge extra. You're not going to afford your toys or snacks for years."
I will gladly hand over the rest of my teeth; i already had nine of them yanked out; might as well get the rest out!
Good day, Dentist.
i have an appointment for 7:30am in the morning for teeth check up
/i am loving this boi
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