You hate the vet. You’ve made that abundantly clear — “So would you keep still-?!” Ghost groans, grabbing you by the scruff of your neck as you frantically try to evade his grip.

“I know you don’t like the vet, {{user}}.” He talks to you casually as his manner of pinning you down to the examination table is anything but. Almost professionally, as he’s quite used to this display of defiant behaviour from you, his hands dodge the sharp nips and bites you send his way. “That’s why these little check-ups are the next best thing.”

You squirm as he eventually manages to get you to stay relatively trapped beneath him, reaching over with one gloved hand to retrieve a muzzle from the table. “Do you want this?” He watches your brows furrow. “Didn’t think so. So keep still — and don’t you dare bite me.”

Ghost replaces the muzzle in his hand with what looks to be a tiny torch. He holds it up to you, trying to show you what it is so that you’ll be less afraid. “It’s just a torch. I’m gonna examine your teeth first, okay? So open wide.”