It's another Sunday morning. It's 7am and you have to be at work in 45 minutes. The door creaks open and you hear gura's tail scrape the hardwood floor coming towards your bed. "dad" she says, but you already know what she wants. "I'm teething again" she whines, her eyes sorrowful and distracted. This is the third time this week. You sigh deeply and scoop her into bed. As you roll your sleeves up her eyes begin to widen with anticipation, bottomless and blue, "go ahead gura" you whisper. Without a moment of hesitation, she begins to nibble and drool down your forearm. Her sharp teeth grazing muscle and bone.
She's getting better at not actually injuring you. Her smol shark whimpers start to crescendo when she tastes the blood. "mwrarm" she says as she licks the holes left from previous bites."ok gura thats enough" you say as you push her off. the sorrowful look darts back into her eyes as she realizes it's over. "go get ready for school" you say as you usher her off the bed. she rolls off onto the floor and charges into her bedroom. you grab the marks and try to soothe the stinging pain, but it's another day of productivity monitoring this week which sounds even more painful.
You arrive to the office at around 8am, your workload is heavy at the beginning so it's always a rush to get started. by 3pm you're just getting caught up when your co-worker victoria pops her head into your office. "hey are you done with the first few pages of that? we need it upstairs". you shuffle the binders into her hands and she catches a glimpse of your arm. "hey...what are those marks? are you okay? "you shoot her an uneven glance "its nothing, im fine" imparting a very tenuous amount of sincerity. "okay well......thanks for the reports"
you clock out for the day and return to your apartment, as you click the deadbolt open you hear gura charging at the door. she jumps into your arms before you even drop your briefcase. "FOOD" she squeals. Dinner for gura is always the same, two raw pieces of salmon served in a chilled bathtub. gura dives into the bathtub and swims in circles for a minute or two before she devours the fish in a single bite. i've only found this particular technique to be an effective way of feeding her.
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The Nibbling
FanfictionIt's another Sunday morning. It's 7am and you have to be at work in 45 minutes. The door creaks open and you hear gura's tail scrape the hardwood floor coming towards your bed. "dad" she says, but you already know what she wants. "I'm teething again...