[ Otus has...never really had a check-up before, but he imagines that if he ever had, that it would be something like this. A comforting pat preludes the main course-- which makes his skin and feathers fluff out a little in shock at the pain...but it's fast, and though it hurts, it doesn't hurt for very long.
With a soft rub of his gloved hand, he tries to soothe the agitated skin, and then the little hero presses their cold cape into everything and he lets out a small sigh. It feels good. He was warm from the sun, anyway, and the cool cloth-like press is nice.
Otus catches them pointing to their mask, and he crouches down a little bit to give them access to his cheek. It hurt, but they were able to pull everything out. So...this is fine. They're gentle...and having all of the thorns out would be marvelous.
Do your worst, tiny bean. Otus shuts his eyes tightly to prepare for the quick pain. ]
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With a soft rub of his gloved hand, he tries to soothe the agitated skin, and then the little hero presses their cold cape into everything and he lets out a small sigh. It feels good. He was warm from the sun, anyway, and the cool cloth-like press is nice.
Otus catches them pointing to their mask, and he crouches down a little bit to give them access to his cheek. It hurt, but they were able to pull everything out. So...this is fine. They're gentle...and having all of the thorns out would be marvelous.
Do your worst, tiny bean. Otus shuts his eyes tightly to prepare for the quick pain. ]