['Settle in', that was easier said than done. After regrowing like half his body, Tim felt like ten pounds of ass in a five pound bag. The warm sluice of water over his head and shoulders helped, though, and washing off the blood was definitely a step forward in the 'making Tim feel like a real person' department. He let his head hang forward and watched the way the water ran red, then pink, then clear.]

[That should be it. He didn't really have anything left to regrow, did he?]

I think I'll be okay. [He looked over at Majima and reached over to wipe some blood off of his collarbone, where it had spattered.] I shouldn't be regrowing anything else, right?

[Except the itchy feeling hadn't quite subsided yet; it was just around his mouth rather than up in his temples. Which really didn't make any sense, he hadn't lost anything in his mouth.]

Yeah, it was a pretty good in-- aahaaoow--

[There was a spike of pain in his mouth and an awful crunching sound, and the feeling of something moving behind his teeth. Something pushed loose and fell, then another; two objects dropped from his mouth and hit the tub with little plunks. Tim put a hand over his aching mouth and picked up one of the objects.]

[A tooth.]

...What the fuck?