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With the benefit of a whole plate of fudge stashed in his lap, one of the bars in his free hand and a second already in his mouth, Etain barely registered at Myxo carefully rolled his sleeve up and out of the way. Rather, his arm hung limply in her grip as he munched happily, the fudge sticking to his teeth and the roof of his mouth in a delightful fashion. He wondered if Tovar would still get him ice cream after all this.

p***k. Etain stiffened a little, ears flicking backward and tail lashing momentarily, the action along with a slight jump in his knee very nearly sending the plate off his lap and onto the floor. He scrambled to catch it, managing to maintain it's place across his knees even as his large brown eyes were drawn to was Myxo and her needle were doing in his arm. He continued to chew awkwardly on his half-eaten square of fudge, making a little noise around the mouthful. Tovar had been right; it had hurt a little, but not that much and definitely not for long.

The little boy's ears flicked and wiggled absently as he was lifted off the chair, paper plate of fudge and all, and given a brief hair tousel by the young woman. He glanced meaningfully in Tovar's direction, giving his guardian an obvious look that clearly stated 'See? Other people play with my hair.' Tovar wormed about like a noodle for a few seconds, doubtlessly anticipating the inevitable 'Toooovaaaar, c'n you play with my hair?" He was fairly sure the little boy would have been absolutely estatic had anyone offered to braid it for him or put it in clips. The kid really was like a puppy; a puppy with a sharp protrusion from his head, but an attention-loving puppy none the less.

"W-what?" Etain asked, holding the edges of the slightly sagging plate, looking back to Myxo. "All of it?" he continued, wiggling the plate a little with both hands. "Don't y'want some too? H-here." Etain carefully placed the plate back on the chair, taking two more little squares of the stuff - one for each hand. "There," he chirped happily, smiling broadly at the woman before floundering over to Tovar, holding up the pieces of fudge with excitement. "Want one?" he whispered, quickly handing over one of the pieces to Tovar's half-expectant, opened palms.

"Byeeee," Etain said, waving at Myxo as he nibbled on the edge of the chocolate, fudge-stained fingers finding the edge of Tovar's shirt as his guardian, clearly a little confused and bewildered, led the way back out of the office.

Well. That had gone well.

Aysel ****** clung to her mom, head buried against Tara's neck. A hiccup escaped the girl's mouth, as Aysel sniffled. She had finally stopped crying a bit earlier but her eyes still burned. One arm rubbed at her still runny nose as she was shifted around a little.

Tara reached one hand over to smooth Aysel's hair. "We're here..Do you want to get down now?" A stubborn shake of the head answered that question quickly. With a worried glance Tara turned to the desk.

"Aysel ****** is here for her apointment."

Once again, Tara attempts to set Aysel on the floor with much the same results. Aysel simply tightened both sets of arms around her mom, keeping her head averted. The two followed the.. doctor.. into a rather frightening office.

"Thank you," Tara stated needlessly. "Come on Aysel. You need to get down now." Without waiting for an answer Tara litterally began to peel her daughter off her.

With the advent of her arms being loosened Aysel sets into a new set of tears. "NO!" she wailed, trying to both hide and cling at the same time. It simply wasn't fair, being dragged out of the house where everyone could see her.

"Oh yeah... I'm Doctor Mycota in'ere, but you can call me Myxo, or whatever. Yer kid's got that cocoon thing goin', eh? Neat stuff," the doctor commented off handedly. For a moment Aysel shushed, letting herself be placed on the ground, though she still clung to her mother.

"Neat?" she asked quietly paying attention to the doctor for the first time.

Curious despite herself, Aysel allowed the doctor to lead her to a chair and some fudge, dragging her mother with her. A hiccup interupted the child as she went for the fudge. It only caused a momentary disruption as she continued. As she chewed the chocolaty fudge Aysel quietly considered the doctor's words. Her cacoon was neat and she would be a pretty moth. Maybe the change's weren't horrible if that stuff was neat.

"Exactly, what is going on?" Tara asked the doctor as much for Aysel as for her own sake, while her daughter made a mess of herself with the fudge. Rather uneasily Aysel watched as the needles where prepared, half ready to run screaming from the room.

"I meant with the cacoon." Tara snapped, before sighing and apologizing. "Please forgive my rudeness."

Cringing back from the doctor Aysel flung her face against her mom again. Squeezing her eyes tightly, the girl whimpered. "Take 'nother piece o'fudge if y'want.." the doctor offered. Slowly Aysel turned to face the doctor. With a wary look she took another piece of fudge, ah the powers of bribery.

Involved in the chocolately goodness Aysel barely noticed the needle piercing her skin, and only looked over after the fact. Almost accusingly she glanced at the doctor. "'idn't 'urt."

((Ahh.. The power of food bribes! Ne.... I would think it would be better not to use a bandaide.. Since it's much like a scab the adhesive might tear the cacoon. But I don't think it would scab over immediately either. ))

Tara nodded before a bright smile broke through. It was such a relief to hear that it wasn't something to be worried about. If only she knew more about earth creatures. With a smile Tara messed up Aysel's hair, recieving a chocolate smudged grimace in response. "So, just part of growing up," Tara repeated.

Aysel glanced down at her arm as the gauze was tied around it. "Kay..." she answered the doctor. "'ll 'how 'em to you," she promised. Asyel grabbed a handful of her mom's dress as they left, leaving a chocolaty smudge behind.

Cerlyn-Ama groaned as she proceeded to drag Laial into the office. Why the hell did she have to babysit the little kid?! "C'mon, tentacle-boy..." she muttered. Damn, he was heavy. It was a very tempting thought just to roll him into the room...

Perhaps Laial realized this thought, for he quickly cooperated and walked with his battle teacher/aunt into the office. He wasn't told much about this trip, other than he needed some vaccines or something.