status: closed @hcartstring (for diego)
where: the boo crew headquarters
as per usual, milo had his nose stuck in a book. ever since he'd been in the rubble of the deadly possessions, the fang he picked up had never left his mind. he had found it among the debris and no matter how hard he tried, it seemed like he couldn't find a match for it any book. it was hard to tell what kind of animal it belonged to, but milo was currently leafing through what was one of no less than three books on animal anatomy, all strewn across his workspace.
he hears diego enter the area and immediately looks up, closing his book and standing to approach the other. "hey, you got any idea what kinda animal this came from?" he asks, completely skipping any formalities. milo pulls the fang out of his pocket and presents it to diego, holding it in the air. "i found it in that deadly possessions museum, i've been tryin' to figure out what it coulda come from. i'm no expert on animals though, i got all these books and i still got no answer. you think you might know where to start?"
