Faeyt stared up at the nurse - she was often here, but this lady was new, nonetheless she lifted her arms up and waited to be taken. "Check-uuuuu!" She crooned, clearly aware of what was going to happen. She'd had check-ups before.
"No pointy-stick." She tells the nurse sternly, puffing her cheeks out. She hated needles; she'd been poked listlessly when she was younger.
"No pointy-stick." She tells the nurse sternly, puffing her cheeks out. She hated needles; she'd been poked listlessly when she was younger.