[ Felix does not look back at him. (really, him, the sun of all things? there has to be a better analogy than that.) Instead, he slumps forward, forehead resting against Dimitri's shoulder.
But before he can panic about knocking him out a second time, he grumbles ] Be more careful next time, boar. [ As it turns out, the sensation of having teeth yanked out of him is just as weird and foreign.
He stares at the bloody mess that is his left hand. ] Are you satisfied?
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But before he can panic about knocking him out a second time, he grumbles ] Be more careful next time, boar. [ As it turns out, the sensation of having teeth yanked out of him is just as weird and foreign.
He stares at the bloody mess that is his left hand. ] Are you satisfied?