Post by Dr. Tiffany Quickwell on Apr 26, 2020 21:02:43 GMT
(Open to ALL Cursed Thorns. Check up time!)
"Everyone line-line-line right up, alright? If you could beasts here, humans here. Humans, really, what an interesting species. Upright like us but bald and pink and strangely flat faced. Won't do really, very strange but I think I can probably..."
The cheetah at the front of the line was still yammering about as she looked through the large doctor's bag she had with her. It was old. Probably from the 1920's. Her father had purchased it for her for sentimental reasons and she loved using it for sentimental reasons. Inside the bag were what she called her 'healthy supplies.' The ones she used to heal and not to kill. No, those were in a steel case, locked under her bed in the castle called Black Keep. Bellwether, the sheep which had almost destroyed Zootopia with chaos and anarchy, had told her to do checkups on the soldiers. She sent her to Paris, muttering something under her breath about preds. Honestly, Tiffany thought, there really was no need for racism.
Placing a stethoscope around her neck, she adjusted her white doctor's coat. Paris was a bit chilly so she unfortunately had to wear pants as opposed to her normal shorts. Her violet, heavily lined eyes scanned the group. Such bizarre little creatures! Such fascinating specimens. She only wished her assistant, her nurse, her best friend would join her. The otter was like...90% of her impulse control.
"Who's first?" She said, offering a row of sharp teeth set in a rather manic grin. "I don't bite, promise."
"Everyone line-line-line right up, alright? If you could beasts here, humans here. Humans, really, what an interesting species. Upright like us but bald and pink and strangely flat faced. Won't do really, very strange but I think I can probably..."
The cheetah at the front of the line was still yammering about as she looked through the large doctor's bag she had with her. It was old. Probably from the 1920's. Her father had purchased it for her for sentimental reasons and she loved using it for sentimental reasons. Inside the bag were what she called her 'healthy supplies.' The ones she used to heal and not to kill. No, those were in a steel case, locked under her bed in the castle called Black Keep. Bellwether, the sheep which had almost destroyed Zootopia with chaos and anarchy, had told her to do checkups on the soldiers. She sent her to Paris, muttering something under her breath about preds. Honestly, Tiffany thought, there really was no need for racism.
Placing a stethoscope around her neck, she adjusted her white doctor's coat. Paris was a bit chilly so she unfortunately had to wear pants as opposed to her normal shorts. Her violet, heavily lined eyes scanned the group. Such bizarre little creatures! Such fascinating specimens. She only wished her assistant, her nurse, her best friend would join her. The otter was like...90% of her impulse control.
"Who's first?" She said, offering a row of sharp teeth set in a rather manic grin. "I don't bite, promise."
