You chewed on the metal arm utterly bored. "___...." Kid frowns catching you again. "Why do you on everything?"
"Keep them sharp..." You answer, tongue feeling over your fangs.
"Here ___, I brought you some milk." Killer rumbles giving you a glass with a straw. You sit up, drinking it up swiftly with a happy hum.
"Killer see if we have any bones for her to chew on she makes me uneasy when she chews on metal- don't chew on the glasses either!" Kid gasps carefully taking the glass out of your mouth. "That's so much worse."
"I'll go look, I'm sure there's something." Killer pats your head. Kid coughs again and you both pause. You sniff at him, getting close.
"What?" He huffs leaning away.
"You're sick. Go die." You frown. He gaps at you