Charles slowly wiggled the pencil in the gap between his two front teeth, adding slight pressure. He was stuck on this question, question about the plant functions. He didn't really care much about plants, and this was becoming a struggle.
He furrowed his non existing brows, moving the indents of his skull together. Until he felt the pencil pass his teeth.
He winced, letting the wooden item out of his grasp, only to whimper at how it stayed between the two, pasty white appendages. He, somehow, had spaced his teeth further apart and got the item stuck.
Despite slightly panicking, he touched the thin item, wiggling it a bit. His teeth gave off an soft ache, to which he stopped.
"...well thit."