<strong>Yoatz ~ with Miss Splinter</strong><br/><br/>Tomaz grunted when she turned. Painful. She ought to be on her last leg but she was smarmy and still raising her voice. It said a lot. She was definitely someone who needed his expertise to bring her along, train her properly.<br/><br/>“You’re a posy patch alright,” He remarked as the nurse dropped off the crème.<br/><br/>It was then he looked carefully at all her hurts as he decided which one first and what angle. Angle was important with splinters and cactus needles, or porcupine quills. He’d removed his share of them all personally and for others animal and human alike.<br/><br/>He didn’t waist any time. The tweezers placed at the puncture and pinched, drawing the worst out expertly. He wiped the nasty looking piece on the tray and moved back to remove more.<br/><br/>Quickly and easily.  Ignoring the sounds she made. Ignoring the pain he was adding. No help for it. She’d just have to bare up under it until he was finished.<br/><br/>They hadn’t dragged her in reverse so there wasn’t any breaking off. But there were a hell of a lot of them. By the time he was done he had a smart pile. Large enough to start a fire. Definitely start a small fire with the collection.<br/><br/>“Cream now,” He warned her and gave her a few minutes to catch her breath from digging the splinters out.<br/>