[ kotone knows how badly she's been fucking things up lately. she's been told from all sides that she's not handling things well, that she's letting herself hurt other people because she's just... wallowing. and it's come up that she needs to talk to—someone. anyone.
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]
( it's always a little startling to see someone for the first time in a while and have them look different, and painful to see that difference be clearly negative, but it's one of the things you have to be prepared for in mental health and so Maruki is quick to offer a warm smile.
the most important thing is that she made her way here, and he'll do his best to make her feel welcomed and helped. )
Of course. I'm glad we could finally meet. ( which he is. and he gestures to the couch, the armchair, whichever of the two she'd prefer to sit at. there are a plate of brownies on the small table between them, freshly bought from the bakery nearby. )
Before we start, I just want you to know that everything discussed here is confidential. ( there's a whole spiel which he's bound by at least home world ethics to explain, and he does. he goes over the therapy style — talking, maybe some "homework", just little tasks she can keep doing between sessions that will help reinforce things spoken about during them. the windows are enchanted, soundproofed, etc, and his notes are secured. all the bases he took for security measures, things like that. he can't talk about anything relating to his job, etc. )
[ the spiel is only slightly different from the explanations she's heard before and only half-remembers. kotone nods, finally, making a vague assenting noise as she reaches for one of the brownies and takes a bite. ]
That's fine. [ she folds her legs underneath her in the chair, taking a deep breath. ]
You're from mine and Akira's world, anyway, right? So... heh, guess that makes this easier. [ either he knows akira or that other life at shujin was an enormous coincidence. still. ] Where do you want me to start?
[ it's a somewhat odd way to put it, like she's used to thinking of this in terms of what her counselor might like to hear. ]
( she asks about Akira and Maruki nods. that's true, and there's no point hiding it. as she says, it even makes things easier in this particular situation. no explaining the background to everything she says for a change. no having to write notes to himself to keep things straight. )
Well... How about you start with what prompted this visit in the first place?
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canon typical persona 3 cws related to death and depression etc
not yukari or mitsuru. she's already messed up there. it wouldn't be fair to put more of this on akira, either. shinjiro or ken would be no help, beyond just... making her feel a little less alone. and she doesn't really know anyone else well enough.
but she's heard about this place, and she remembers maruki from the vernal pools. so, finally, she'd made an appointment, and gotten herself together well enough to go over there.
in contrast to how she looked in the pools, she... honestly, she can't pretend to be anything but tired. there's no spring in her step or can-do attitude—just headphones, no makeup, a gloomy expression and a salmon colored hoodie. there's something altogether haunted in those red eyes.
she's got her headphones around her neck, hood down to show her hair tied up in a simple ponytail. the effort to do anything more complicated with it is beyond her, lately. ]
It's nice to finally meet on this side. [ she tries to offer a smile, but it doesn't really take. ] Um... thanks, for making the time to see me.
[ the only counselors she's ever seen, as far as she remembers, are the ones her case workers made her visit while she was in the system. it was... less than productive. ]
persona pls find some chill
the most important thing is that she made her way here, and he'll do his best to make her feel welcomed and helped. )
Of course. I'm glad we could finally meet. ( which he is. and he gestures to the couch, the armchair, whichever of the two she'd prefer to sit at. there are a plate of brownies on the small table between them, freshly bought from the bakery nearby. )
Before we start, I just want you to know that everything discussed here is confidential. ( there's a whole spiel which he's bound by at least home world ethics to explain, and he does. he goes over the therapy style — talking, maybe some "homework", just little tasks she can keep doing between sessions that will help reinforce things spoken about during them. the windows are enchanted, soundproofed, etc, and his notes are secured. all the bases he took for security measures, things like that. he can't talk about anything relating to his job, etc. )
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That's fine. [ she folds her legs underneath her in the chair, taking a deep breath. ]
You're from mine and Akira's world, anyway, right? So... heh, guess that makes this easier. [ either he knows akira or that other life at shujin was an enormous coincidence. still. ] Where do you want me to start?
[ it's a somewhat odd way to put it, like she's used to thinking of this in terms of what her counselor might like to hear. ]
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Well... How about you start with what prompted this visit in the first place?
( that's as good a place as any, right? )