are you a dentist? { Phoenix }

[Nishaa]

“Hardly.”

She said, as she waggled her finger at her friend. Giving off yet another shrill of laughter. How could she not laugh at Phoenix. She was so naïve and innocent. There was no hint of pervyness about her. Nishaa had much to teach the young padawan, only in time.. Only in time.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

She said, quoting a famous Game of Thrones character before walking into the Station Net Café. She didn’t know the dude that run this joint but it seemed friendly enough – the décor was alright. She just shrugged her shoulders. The place needed to be darker, to be more to her liking but, not everyone was weird like Nishaa was. No one understood her thought patters – only a select few did.

She was led into a private part, well away from the door – they passed several crafting benches and a ritual alter – she shook her head, odd placings for such things but everyone had their own tastes. She found Phoenix looking through the tools for something specific. Nishaa lent against a nearby wall. Arms folded over the chest as she watched curiously before Phoenix came back up with a tool in her hand, it must’ve been the one she was looking for she set it down and looked over to Nishaa with a smile on that lip of hers. Calling her Fangy Fish… she couldn’t help but laugh. Where the **** had that come from? She didn’t complain though, instead she laughed again. This woman was on her own ******* planet it seemed.

“Start with that thing.”

She outstretched her arm from it’s hiding place (beneath the breast) and pointed towards the rasp, curious to see if it could do the trick – or was she going to be doomed to have this fangs forever sticking out of her lips and forever hiding in the Eyrie away from prying eyes and not potentially breaking the Masquerade the very thing she had sworn to Velveteen and Micah the night she became a fully-fledged Tytonidae member she would never break.

[Phoenix]

"By the way... Jon Snow!?" she gasped at the woman in spite of her want to laugh as well, giving an offended shake of her head. "No chance in hell, *****. I'm an Arya, through and through." Playfully turning her nose up, the redhead lifted 'that thing' which turned out to be the rasp. "This thing it is."

Nix gave the rasp a showy little flourish before carefully brushing it off. The tool was a bit large for her purposes, and probably not as clean as it should have been, but it would do. Thank god she didn't really have to worry about injuring Nish - if she managed to stab her in the cheek, at least there wasn't the possibility of causing some horrible sort of infection. Or tetanus. If she fucked this to hell, the necromantic pervert would heal. Maybe she wouldn't be particularly happy about it and she'd probably look like she was dying, but she'd live.

Lips pursed, Nix stepped over to the woman and then paused as she considered her options.

"Okay... I'm going to do one fang at a time, all back and forth like. I'll try my best not to slip and ram it down your throat, but no promises. If that happens, try not to move - I'll pull it out as quickly as I can," the redhead said, completely oblivious as to how perverse this whole endeavor would seem to anyone overhearing the conversation. As she raised the rasp, she paused again. "Maybe you should sit and rest your head against the wall so I have a better working angle and more stability."

Oh yeah... this sounded awful.

[Nishaa]

Nishaa laughed, she hadn’t known Phoenix knew the Game of Throne’s quote. She smiled wide at this, those large fangs of hers on show like they always were nowadays. Arya Stark was an amazing character in the series, always so full of mischief – even when she was a noble. A proper idle for a woman that just wanted to do something different, be something that a normal woman wasn’t something they were allowed to do. The shadow laughed, and turned her nose up at Nishaa, and she just laughed more at her friend. Shaking her head slightly.

The necromancer stared at the rather large tools that Phoenix was lifting, and eyeballing. She looked hesitant for a moment, the thought of a rusty tool going inside her moth made it seem tricky. What if she missed, and with the force Phoenix put in – the damn tool could go straight through her mouth making her look all holey, and not the Christian kind.

Even when Phoenix told her not to try and move even if it got rammed, she couldn’t help but laugh. Nishaa was perverted probably the most perverted vampire around right now – she took all of Phoenix’s speech as one big innuendo, asking her to stick things in her mouth – pulling it out quick. Nihaa was bad.

“Alright, I won’t move.”

She said with another laugh, before taking a seat close to a wall as she rested her head against it, slowly opening her mouth for the woman to see. Nishaa was glad she brushed her teeth this morning, otherwise she’d be smelling old blood. (How gross!)

[Phoenix]

Of course she realized what Nishaa heard a bit too late. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep, cleansing breath. Thankfully, she didn't have a penis - how awkward would Phoenix have felt if she were a man? Then again, she knew Nish was into the women folk, so that did make the whole thing worse. Had blood still coursed through her veins, she would have reddened to the point she'd seem to be attempting to blend in with her hair. Clearing her throat, she inched over to the Pervert.

"We should never talk about this once it's done," the redhead mused aloud as she lifted the rasp, pressing its rugged edge to the tip of her patient's fang, on an angle so that if she did slip, the likelihood of stabbing the woman was quite drastically reduced. Of course that meant she was more likely to catch the woman's lips with the rasp, but any wounds there would heal more rapidly than a giant hole.

A silent prayer went up to whatever gods would listen a second before Nix leaned her weight onto the rasp and pushed. The sound of metal grating against bone wasn't nearly as bad as she'd expected it to be. The rasp simply ground into the fang, noticeably smoothing the tip with the first stroke. "Wow. This is... effective," she mumbled, taking a moment to inspect the fang, pleasantly surprised with the result. Satisfied, she took the rasp back up and worked until the fang - although a bit bulging and not perfectly straight - resembled a normal canine rather than a proper fang.

The whole process only took a few minutes, and when she was done, the strangely misshapen teeth were a near perfect pair, one as malformed as the other. "There!" she exclaimed, stepping back for a final inspection. "They're not beautiful, but you'll pass for normal," Phoenix grinned, quite proud of her accomplishment. And of course, given the circumstances, she couldn't resist another quip that would get the woman to grin. "There might be some white stuff on you - sorry about that. Couldn't be helped. Whatcha think?"

[Nishaa]

Talking about things was her speciality, being asked never to talk about something ever again made the Necormancer’s eyes twitch. She’d been dared not to gossip, now all she wanted to do was gossip. “What if I want to talk about it?” She said with a wry grin. It was a nervous grin as she noticed the woman getting closer. Her mouth once again wide, her head rested against the cold wall. She nervously awaited to see if half her mouth was about to be ripped away from the crazy red headed lady. Then the rasp came at her, she squeezed her eyes shut and let it happen. Her mouth felt intact as she could hear it grating against the bone of her canines. Filing them down. She opened one eye first, then the other to notice the woman in front of her with a face of concentration, she didn’t say anything. She didn’t dare too, in case the woman caught her tongue – well, that would be awkward.

The scraping ceased and Nishaa was free to move again, she closed her mouth, and opened it again trying to get the feeling back in her jaw as she raised her mouth to rub at the chin. She mentally told herself to try and not do this again, it wasn’t painful. Just uncomfortable. Phoenix made a comment then about there being white stuff and she burst into laughter. Grabbed the other woman by the shoulder and squeezing it in a playful manner.

“I owe you one, hulk.” She told the other as she leant forward and planted a kiss on her forhead. A friendly one, not a ‘im hitting on you kiss’ “I’m going to go try this on Abbadon see if she’ll open her mouth for me.” She grinned again, blew the woman a kiss. “I’ll see you at the Eyrie later.” She pulled out her tome and read the words before vanishing, only to head to the third floor to get to the fadeportal that would take her the closest to Abi’s apartment, because Nishaa was a lazy mother ******.