Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Lalsmiffy (SFW) Part 1

TW: None.

Title: ~Amateur Dentistry~

We are going with Lalsmiffy for the ship name.

Alsmiffy wouldn't have gone to Duncan with this, if they hadn't been the only ones at the castle.

He stood outside Duncan's private quarters, waiting for a response to his knock, trying not to fidget or pick at the feathers he hadn't been able to get out of his mouth on his own. He felt so stupid; he shouldn't have tried to eat the chicken whole, no matter how much better they tasted raw. At the least, he could have plucked it.

Now he had dozens of feathers between his teeth, and bone splinters in his gums, and he couldn't get them out on his own, and Ross wasn't there to help him.

His only hope at the moment was that Duncan would be willing to reach into his mouth and pull everything out. Alsmiffy didn't have high expectations on that matter; Ross had been the first person he'd ever met who'd been willing to stand within a mile of him when his mouth was open. Not only did the sight of it frighten almost everyone, but he was given to understand that humans found the smell rather unpleasant.

Not for the first time Alsmiffy considered taking up the human practice of brushing his teeth.

But without Ross around his only other option would be waiting for his saliva to dissolve everything. And that could take a week or two, and it would ache the whole time. So he waited for Duncan to answer his door.

Finally there was the click of a turning lock, and the door swung away, leaving Alsmiffy staring into Duncan's shadowed eyes.

"Did you get any sleep?" Alsmiffy asked, at the same time Duncan murmured, "What do you want?"

"Ah..." Alsmiffy fell quiet, not quite sure how to bring up his question. It seemed a bit awkward just saying, 'hey, would you pull some shit out of my mouth? I kind of ate one of your chickens.'

Duncan rubbed a hand over his face, his glove leaving behind a trail of silvery grit on his forehead and cheek. "No, no I didn't. One of the teleporters broke down and I've been making the parts I'll need to fix it."

"You didn't have them already?" Alsmiffy was honestly surprised. It had always seemed that no matter what obscure little part was needed for a machine, Duncan would have one tucked away in a chest somewhere. It might take longer to find it than it would to make a new one, but it would be there.

Duncan shook his head with a tired laugh. "I will next time. I made extra." He flopped to the side, leaning his shoulder against the door frame. Suddenly, he leaned forward, almost into Alsmiffy's personal space, squinting somewhat blearily up at his forehead. "Why is there a feather stuck in your head?"

Alsmiffy reached up automatically, but managed to keep himself from pulling at the stuck feather again. "I-..." He could feel himself starting to flush in embarrassment, and he felt so stupid. Hopefully Duncan was too tired to notice. "I ate one of your chickens."

"Okay." Duncan's head tilted to the side slightly. His words came out of him slowly, his sleeplessness audible. "I don't think I've ever seen someone who was such a messy eater that they got things stuck in their head before." His eyes fell back down from the feather to Alsmiffy's face. "When I said you could help yourself to the food, I was expecting you'd take something from the prepared food chest, not the chicken coop, but it's okay. You don't need to apologize or anything."

"I... prefer raw food." Alsmiffy muttered, a half truth. It was more that he preferred food that was freshly killed, still warm and bleeding. But humans were usually creeped out when he told them that. It was easier to eat their food most of the time, and not say anything. It wasn't like their food was bad. "I wasn't going to apologize. I just... need your help with something."