Faced with the reality of how difficult it is to write a decent wubby story between mercs... here's some not-wubby-at-all CBS/Medic bromancigore something drabble I don't know? Which I'm going to leave with a sage because it's not worth bumping even if there's not a lot to bump. -- Initially he scraped his teeth over the calloused flesh until an incisor settled neatly in the notch beneath the peaks of two fingers while the remainder of digits fell off his bottom lip. He clamped his jaw down, however only amply enough to ache. There occurred a delicate jerk but he drew the arm around his victim's waist to tell him to collect himself, lest worse transpire by a fluke than he'd already intended. The vice tightened and the pressure set gashes into the flesh between his yellowed teeth and the bone of the phalange. He didn't cease there, furthermore, and kept firming his bite until it snapped. His partner whimpered but they weren't done. More cleaving tendon and fragmenting bone followed, and then the dermis broke and blood seeped over his tongue and down his chin and matted it's hair. With an exertion he tore off one of the sections and spat it into his hand. His subject promptly clamped his own hand around the open-ended, bleeding digit and breathed a shuddered breath. He contorted his forearm to blot the sweat off his visage and beamed. "It will grow back."