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After the knock Simon entered first, arms crossed looking rather non-chalant about the whole deal. Bree followed in, smirking slightly. The thrill of victory in getting the boy to come was quite sweet in their constant war for power. Apparently mocking him as a coward for a tiny lil shot seemed to do the trick.

He hoisted himself up on the examination table, his tail awkwardly slammed against various things first trying to just get on the table with the cumbersome, heavy thing. Then trying to find a comfortable position for the out of place feature.

"Sure you're not still scared?" Bree teased, tail waigging slightly as she sat down in the corner.

"Pssh." he snorted, puffing out his chest. "It's just a little needle, not like it's a huge sword or something." he rolled his eyes, locking them on his new.. fluffy, doctor. "...Isn't Hennet supposed to be here...?" He blinked, yeesha had allways said her dad was the doctor.. Boasted about it. This definatly wasn't Hennet.

Bree blinked, ears perking as she looked to the prim and proper doctor... Oh well, perhaps less awkward than Hennet being here.... Though also fairly dissapointing. No after-check-up fun time... How sad.
"Aa...Yea..." she gave a tiny shrug, when WAS the last time she had heard her last name....? Oh yea... Police station. Hm.

Simon simply stared at the woman. Giving a blink or two before he finally replied "Right..." Somewhat at a loss for words. For one... No one had ever said it was a pleasure to meet him. Horror was much more common than pleasure... And two, her attitude completely annoid him. It was like Kat's... but unlike Kat he wasn't like.. four years old anymore. So why the hell was she talking to him like that?

"And these are all Free, right?" Bree shifted a bit... Ever since he got that dragon he's been burning a hole in her pocket. At this rate if this was going to cost anything it might have just been better to let the boy die off...

Bree tensed significantly, eyes narrowing at the woman who's tone of voice seemed to put down her parenting... "Well excuse me for checking..." her voice layered with sarcasm. Any thoughts of letting her child die were merely jokes, she wasn't the most serious of women afterall... If it had ever come down to Simon life though, she would have sold every artifact she'd ever colected. And those were her life...

"If they weren't free I would have taken my child somewhere more trustworthy than D-corp." Her fur seemed to bristle at the thought of D-corp itself... She hated being here really. D-corp was manipulative, deciving, blackmailing, and found out information that no one else knew. She didn't trust anything about them. The only reason she was here in teh first place was.. a, they were free. And b, D-corp DID know more about the DNA and would be much more willing to give a shark boy shots than other doctors.

Simon grinned slightly at his mother's reaction. Apaprently he wasn't the only one uneased by the new doctor's attitude. That smirk played on his lips until he spotted the tray full of evil. It quickly dimminished into a masked uncomfortable frown. He quickly glanced to the side, giving a childish 'I'm tough' look to the wall.

Bree relaxed some, trying to clear her head.. Like what she'd do back at her parents... when they went to church. Yea, she'd just pretendlike she wa sin the catholic church back at home. Nothing in all her years of adventuring and monsters had ever scared her as much as that one church had.

Bree paused, watching something hit the floor. "Was that....?" she didn't even bother to finish.
Simon blinked, looking at the broken needle.. then to his arm. "Cool.." he smirked a bit. Even needles coudn't get through his skin! Yay for him.

"It's not cool." Bree sighed, okay maybe it was... but she didn't need to admit that. "You need those shots."

Simon rolled his eyes, huffing a bit. It was too cool...

Bree shifted from her spot as the prim and propor woman returned, quickly dropping her feet to the floor from their propped position. Blinking a few times to try and rid that sleepy look that came from resting in a chair.

Simon was kicking his feet back and forth, bored out of his mind from the somewhat short time the woman had been away. It wasn't an uncommon thing at a doctor office, but it still bothered him. What a waste of time.
He raised a brow at the request, shrugging and starting to tug the article up and over his head, doing the careful work of removing it not only from his arms, and head, but from the not so handy fin protruding from his back.

Bree blinked, "What are you doing?" she looked a tad more awake now... Either this woman was about to molest her boy, which seemed impossibly for what she labled an ice-queen, so the other alternative was a shot on a much more tender area such as one's stomach. Tender points were eyes, lips, stomach, and the bottums of hands and feet... other places varied from creature to creature... but this seemed to be a gernalization of anything that felt like attacking her on her ventures. And so... if that were the case, this woman would be in for a suprise if she decided to p***k the tigershark in such a sensitive area.

Simon's eyes widened, drawing a fist back to punch this woman away. Through his STOMACH? Was she nuts?! And holy hell it hurt.
Bree jumped from her seat, landing herself on Simon's raised arm to draw him back with a loud thud against the metalic table. "You do NOT punch the doctor.. nurse. Person... You don't punch anyone!" She hissed at him, straining to hold the struggling arms down.

Simon glowered, his tail thrashed a bit, "She ******** STABBED me."

"Don't use that language with me!"

"Well she did!"

"You don't know what stabbing is." her voice lowered to a hollow threat, hoping that would mellow this violient issue.

It did, he relaxed some as the initial pain ebbed away. Still glaring, hands fisted from their restrained position as if to say he wasn't over this jsut yet... However the thrashing did stop. And that was a start, right?

Bree took a breath, not daring to let got of the boy just yet. She looked back at the woman, giving a half hearted smile. There'd be more shots wouldn't there? There had to be... However, she decided not to say anything. If the rest were a suprise perhaps she could keep the boy restrained for them. Her mind silently noted just how much stronger he was getting from his previous years.

Bree growled low in warning at the boy as the next needle approached his stomach. He simply glared in return, razor-teeth clenching together... if his vocal chords had allowed growling, it was positive he would have been. His hands still fisted, he tried to remain calm. Remain tough. Afterall, it was just some stupid little metal object, couldn't even pierce his skin anywhere else.

Bree caught onto his look, it was one she saw often when he'd hurt himself and claimed all was fine. "You're tough, right?" she encouraged, in her own wierd way... It almost seemed like she was mocking the boy. "It's just a little shot... Geez."

Simon responded well to this, however, their own unique mother and son relationship shining true. "Of course i am! It--" he choked as the third entered the allready sore area. "It's nothing." The hostility seemed to ebb away.

Shot 4... Still good.

Bree kept her hold on him, just in case he lost it completely. She glanced back, just one more... "You're not giving in yet, are ya?"

"No." he shot back, frowning at her. He felt nausious, and his stomach stung horribly... he wanted nothign more thn to beat off both of the annoying women. However, if he did that would show he was weak and let a thin little metal thing hurt him... Maybe it was a butcher knife, or a claymore he could show something... but not a needle.
He gave a tiny noise as the needle jammed in too far, a lowd metallic thud followed as his tail slammed itself against the examination table. It had originally been headed towards the woman... but Simon's position combined with it's weight had kept it from fully overcoming the height of the table.
Bree flinched at the sudden noise, tightening her grip. "That was the last one.." she hissed at him, moreso trying to simply wisper it but her position was crushing the air from her allready. The metallic thud echoed the room again... then once more, before the tail seemed to give up it's attempted defence.