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She opened her eyes and messily signed something at him, but Titmouse was a dim creature. He didn't understand all of her quirks, nor did he pay enough attention to fully learn her language - it was odd to him that she'd wiggle about so much when she could easily just speak. Hopefully the child's insensitive behavior wouldn't stick.

He got the jist of what Towhee was trying to say eventually, but was still much too interested in the tooth on the ground and the blood on his face to really watch her. His tooth shouldn't be there! It was supposed to be in his mouth not on the ground! Ugh. On one hand his gums hurt, but on the other... What the heck tooth! Titmouse didn't know what to do about the situation, and decided to try and fix things by drawing his tongue across the baby tooth and slurping it back in to his mouth. It clicked and clacked against his healthy teeth, tasted awful, but eventually he worked it back in to place along his gums.

After some masterful maneuvering with his tongue (a skill which may come in handy when he reaches a NSFW age), he turned to Towhee and grinned a big smile at her — old tooth included — but managed to inhale too sharply and dislodge it. The tooth shot back in his mouth, caught at the back of his throat, and he was suddenly choking on the tiny, sharp, oddly shaped piece of himself. The boy was doubled over in the next instant, coughing and salivating like crazy, spraying spit and blood all over the ground - and probably his sister.