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FTEC, Sunday (11/13)
Sunday, November 13th, 2011 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark had made sure to get tiny cupcakes to bring with him today. Tiny cupcakes, after all, fit better in tiny hands.
There didn't appear to be any tiny children (nurses, patients, or other) lurking around the clinic so Stark went rummaging around looking for the lollipop supply. He came back to the desk armed with said lollipops as well as an assortment of brightly colored band-aids.
The alien was in, ready to tend to your weetiny injuries. Or normal-sized ailments, if necessary. And if you asked nicely, he might even show off his glowy face.
[Open, ocd-free, and I'm around on and off the rest of the day. Though I might take a nap since my regular weetinies at work have gotten me sick. Again.]
There didn't appear to be any tiny children (nurses, patients, or other) lurking around the clinic so Stark went rummaging around looking for the lollipop supply. He came back to the desk armed with said lollipops as well as an assortment of brightly colored band-aids.
The alien was in, ready to tend to your weetiny injuries. Or normal-sized ailments, if necessary. And if you asked nicely, he might even show off his glowy face.
[Open, ocd-free, and I'm around on and off the rest of the day. Though I might take a nap since my regular weetinies at work have gotten me sick. Again.]