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Megan didn’t have any time to react behind a whine as her hands were pulled out wide like she was giving a hug, held around her wrists as she watched gloved hands being her gloves of her own... Or mittens rather. “Hey! Let go you... Urgh!” She whined as she felt the mittens get slipped onto her hands, followed by what sounded like clicking sounds... As soon as she could, Megan looked down at her now covered hands, her eyes wide at how swiftly she was put in them. She didnt see locks on them, but she heard clicking...
“Hey! Take these off, what’s your problem!?” She asked aloud, being talked over by the voice about the pacifiers. “Well duh, I don’t need pacifiers. I’m not a - WHAT!!??” She yelled in complaint as it declared her hungry, swiftly getting taken away to a high chair. She barely saw it before she was turned around and puffed into the seat, the table portion of it closing into place. She was feeling a bit peckish but not for anything in here!
“No, stop it! I want out! No no no no no!” She grumped and bashed her soft mittened hands on the high chair, kicking about and throwing a miniature tantrum. It was measured though, as after that she huffed and calmed down a little bit...
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