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>Eating a whole lemon would make you grimace less.
>Staring into the mirror, you sighed.
>You didn’t need to open your mouth to smell it.
>Sure, your diet was healthy.
>But you hadn’t taken your dental hygiene seriously since changing.
>Breathe in…
>Breathe out…
>You did it again, this time only using your mouth.
>Eugh…
>Yeah.
>Didn’t matter if this was a serious problem or just your better sense of smell going haywire.
>This was a problem.
>Hopefully, lucario had strong enamel.
>You pulled a cheek wide with a finger, looking further into your mouth.
>Your mouth smelled like a warzone.
>Bad enough to take your mind off your recent argument.
>Which was nice.
>Not so nice when it was all you thought about on your run was halitosis.
>Cats and dogs always seemed to have stronger teeth.
>And were unbothered.
>How much of that was them being unable say they had a terrible toothache?
>Time to start again.
>It took three tries to grab the brush.
>Your paw-hands weren’t ideal for this.
>Your “thumb” only bent so far inward.
>Not as opposable as it used to be.
>This was too small to grip that way.
>Sliding it between two digits kept it somewhat steady.
>But it was too loose.
>The brush slid through your fingers after an experimental tap on the counter.
>Maybe if you taped this to something sturdy, like a doorframe…
>Just rub your teeth over it, only moving your head…
>No, no, no…
>The thought was dehumanizing.
>Annoying as it was, you wrapped both paws around it.
>One on each side.
>This body made a lot of simple tasks awkward.
>This took the cake.
>It really made you feel like an uncoordinated child.
>Like holding a pencil in an ape-grip instead of the proper way you learned in kindergarten.
>C’mon, this had to work…
>Flossing was already out the window.
>Nudging the faucet on, you wet the bristles.
>No toothpaste yet.
>A test run first…
>Who knows, maybe you could clear away all that plaque.