❝ what big teeth you have… ❞
WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .
Yawning was really not very well understood. He read articles that said it could have been related to bonding among peers in a village, which was why it is considered contagious. Last he heard the whole extra oxygen thing was not getting too much support anymore. Instead, he had read it had more to do with cooling the brain. By engaging the jaw muscles the blood flow to the area was increased and spinal fluid was pulled downwards. Then, the deep breath of air cooled this blood and fluid, in turn cooling the brain. This was supposed to help the brain function better.
A big symptom of people with severe anxiety was how often they sighed or yawned. Yawning was often a reaction by the brain to trigger a large exhale to get excess carbon dioxide 'off the brain'. That co2 accumulated when taking lots of shallow breaths and not exhaling properly or just not exhaling long enough.
So why did yawning feel so good? The brain was cleared and received more oxygen. This was especially helpful when waking from a night's sleep, or even after sitting for a sustained period of time. When the body was at rest it used less oxygen, breathing became shallower and the blood circulated more slowly. Stretching, as well, galvanized the body's metabolism and kicked it up a few notches. All this activity released endorphins to the brain. In some cases the endorphins stimulated the same region of the brain that was stimulated during an orgasm but at a much lower level. This was what gave the body that mild feeling of euphoria, accompanied by a sense of refreshment. Psychology then came into play. A long, satisfying stretch buoyed the emotions and also elicited a mild feeling of well-being.
Source: his neurologist. Only that he was stripped of this bliss, the moment he heard that familiar voice.
The second he was made to focus on the yawn that showed his teeth, Paukka was unable to finish it and thus struggled to reach 'yawngasm’. Instead he remained silent and still, mouth agape and staring at the Swede with a darkening gaze that wished him something. Bad, maybe. Not death, though, even if the observation made (and knowing well what the blond was hinting at by commenting) left him disgruntled alongside the fact that he had not gotten to satisfyingly finish his yawn. To further show that, the Finn briefly bared those same rows of wet, glistening white, of sharp canines and sharp first premolars, before closing his mouth and putting on a frown that further pathed his denial. Now his jaw ached.
Being caught off-guard like that in Kaartinkaupunki, near the corner of Tähtitorninvuori Park. How had this guy found out where he worked...?
„...you don't have something better to do?“
