As if his heart's still considering, barely-there, uncertain knocking lands a little too softly. But... his problem's sprouting fangs again, and he isn't so stupidly proud to be claiming its bite doesn't wound him. He's willing to try things.]
( ah, it's time for another appointment. and it's a good job he's just finished putting away some documents relating to his last patient. the door between the small reception area and the main office swings open and he steps aside with a smile. )
Of course. Come in. Make yourself comfortable.
( the office itself looks less like an office and more like a lounge, decorated with a mismatched, plush armchair and couch, a small side table with a plate of cookies, and several bookshelves which are yet to be fully adorned with books or decorations, as well as a securely locked filing cabinet in the corner. the windows let in lots of natural light but glint in a way that suggests something magical to them.
like a few enchantments for security and privacy's sake. )
[Slipping right past him. His eyes drift everywhere: along the windows, across his floor, to trace the nearly-bare shelving. He sits, though, rigidly, uncomfortably alert despite their charming surroundings. Hands on knees, holding soldier-stiff posture. The strangest he's felt. Trying to relax a bit more.
( nervousness is pretty common among patients, that much he's well accustomed to, both in practice and theory. which means Maruki's smile comes easily, warm and calm, as he settles into the other available seat opposite. )
So, did you have any problems finding the place?
( it's a silence filler, really. Maruki doesn't expect that this place was hard to find, but he waits for the answer nevertheless before he begins the usual preamble: his therapy style tends to be more based around talking, that he's welcome to speak about anything he wants to, no matter how unrelated it might be to the reasons he sought counselling in the first place. he might ask him to practice certain therapeutic exercises at home if necessary, as part of his treatment. that everything is perfectly confidential and will never leave these four walls, the windows are enchanted so no one can look in or hear anything. )
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[Pretending it's Thursday]
As if his heart's still considering, barely-there, uncertain knocking lands a little too softly. But... his problem's sprouting fangs again, and he isn't so stupidly proud to be claiming its bite doesn't wound him. He's willing to try things.]
Maruki-sensei? It's Shoto.
you mean it isn't? time is fake.
Of course. Come in. Make yourself comfortable.
( the office itself looks less like an office and more like a lounge, decorated with a mismatched, plush armchair and couch, a small side table with a plate of cookies, and several bookshelves which are yet to be fully adorned with books or decorations, as well as a securely locked filing cabinet in the corner. the windows let in lots of natural light but glint in a way that suggests something magical to them.
like a few enchantments for security and privacy's sake. )
F... facts...
[Slipping right past him. His eyes drift everywhere: along the windows, across his floor, to trace the nearly-bare shelving. He sits, though, rigidly, uncomfortably alert despite their charming surroundings. Hands on knees, holding soldier-stiff posture. The strangest he's felt. Trying to relax a bit more.
He's eyeing the sweets.]
Are these for anyone?
[Small but hopeful.]
no subject
( nervousness is pretty common among patients, that much he's well accustomed to, both in practice and theory. which means Maruki's smile comes easily, warm and calm, as he settles into the other available seat opposite. )
So, did you have any problems finding the place?
( it's a silence filler, really. Maruki doesn't expect that this place was hard to find, but he waits for the answer nevertheless before he begins the usual preamble: his therapy style tends to be more based around talking, that he's welcome to speak about anything he wants to, no matter how unrelated it might be to the reasons he sought counselling in the first place. he might ask him to practice certain therapeutic exercises at home if necessary, as part of his treatment. that everything is perfectly confidential and will never leave these four walls, the windows are enchanted so no one can look in or hear anything. )