FTEC, Sunday Evening

[banikslaveboy]

Stark had not woken up as a weetiny alien on Saturday. He'd just woken up regular-sized and spent most of the weekend in his room, like he does. So, being a regular-sized Stark, he was in the clinic for his regular Sunday shift. And he had candy, for any wee students who might stop by. Because tiny children like candy, don't they? And they couldn't possibly have had enough candy yet this weekend.

((Come see the nice alien for all your weetiny medical needs. He has chocolate! And if you ask nice, he might glow for you.))

ETA: Grabbing dinner. Back soonish, I think. Back!!