[...Dorumon shakes his hand lamely. Bagon wraps its arms around his wrist.]
What do you want from me? [A grumble isn't an answer, so Dorumon pulls himself to his knees and reaches out with his free hand to try to pry Bagon's jaws open. He doesn't seem too bothered by the pain of being bitten, though teeth are clearly involved here.]
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What do you want from me? [A grumble isn't an answer, so Dorumon pulls himself to his knees and reaches out with his free hand to try to pry Bagon's jaws open. He doesn't seem too bothered by the pain of being bitten, though teeth are clearly involved here.]
If he could talk, this would be easier.