"Ahhh." he said, opening up obediently. It seemed that there was no more damage than naturally came at the loss of a tooth; perhaps a bit of bleeding at worst.
Scarface huffs, letting go of the jaw. Kid's lucky he didn't mess up his mouth. And luckily he didn't accidentally pull the wrong tooth. When'd this losing teeth thing start? Didn't Ricky just learn to walk or something?
"Okay, slugger, let's get ya some water to wash yer gabber out." The aging mobster sighs, hoisting his son up onto his shoulders to walk him out of the office. Ducking when he gets to the door, of course. "Den we're gonna have a talk wit' da mooks I told to keep an eye on ya."














