Idk why I did this...
but bon appetit.
UNDER THE WEATHER 🤧
"AAAACHOOOO" Tech sniffled on the couch. Omega, in the doorway, had her play set clutched. A little stethoscope and thermometer.
"Daddy!!!" the toddler shrieked, waddling over. "Daddy is SICK"
"I'm merely temporarily immunocompromised Omega." Tech stated, weakly lifting his finger. "Big difference."
"Dig Bifference!" the preschooler nodded, placing the stetoscope on his forehead. She held it in place, humming a bit before inevitably concluding, "I diagnose daddy with tummy ache"
"My intestines are not located in my head."
The little girl cocked her head, making big doe eyes. "Daddy Wicka's is!"
Given his brother only thought about food, a fair shot. Tech smiled, feeling instantly better at his private in-training nurse.
"Astute, Omega!" Tech praised, combing with his hand through the curls of his daughter. "Very astute- What are you going to do with this?"
Omega glanced down as Tech tipped at the toy thermometer. "Das a Femometew" The girl lisped, gnawing on her lips.
Tech had to hand it to her, she slowly but surely got quite good with difficult words. "What is your plan of action?"
Ouh- grave mistake. On the next take, Omega climbed up on the couch, trying to stick the pointy side into his ear.
"Wrong destination! Wrong destination!" Tech called out, trying to pluck her arm off.
"Whoops sorry daddy-" Omega retreated, ramming it under his underarm instead.
Better.
Tech sighed of relief, hoping his private nurse would loose interest soon.
Omega comedically gasped, clasping a hand infront of her mouth. "Oh daddy!"
Tech raised an eyebrow in agitation. "What? What is it? Am I expiriencing pyrexia?"
Omega took it out, glancing at it in horror. "100000 yards Fawenheit!"
Oh boy, his prognosis really wasn't the best...