Title: Because each and every one of you has the potential to function as a normal human being if you put your minds to it? (A.K.A. All Teenage Boys Should Just Skip Out on Group Therapy Today
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Sitting in the chair and swinging his legs impatiently, Daisuke watched the door, biting his lip after a few moments. It was obvious he had come in far too early, and as the time stretched he wondered if it was even soon, or on this day; he had no watch and was prone to forgetfulness. He certainly hoped he wouldn't end up looking like a dolt, sitting around doing nothing for a few hours and waiting for something that wasn't happening
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Gin shuffled through the various forms attached to his clipboard and nodded, his smile losing a bit of its usual edge. "As long as yer 'ere for that, then that's what it is."
The silver-haired man knew that any hopes of befriending any patient would be dashed if he got ahead of himself. Hence, keeping up professional appearances was priority.
Smiling, Daisuke nodded. "Yep, I am! You're the doctor, then? I'm N... er, Daisuke Niwa!" It was weird, trying to remember to say the first name first. Rrrgh, it'll probably take me a while to get used to that...
The man's appearance did confuse him a bit, though - he had silver hair, but he didn't look really old or anything. In fact, he sort of reminded the red head of Hiwatari-kun, with his glasses and pale hair. Pleased to think of his friend, his mood only got better.
((OOC: Sorry about not responding. I busy with those drawings. >>;;))
"Ya mean, 'Niwa Daisuke,' dontcha?" Gin said, his head tilted slightly in feigned confusion. That was the Japanese way of introducing oneself; the redhead's name was certainly Japanese-sounding. "S'okay ta introduce yerself th' way you was taught ta."
"The name's Ichimaru Gin--in the Japanese order, o' course."
Yuuko walked into the Day Room boldly, striding confidently to the group of chairs she knew would be for group therapy. She didn't even ask or wonder as she sat down.
This was Group Therapy and there would be no arguement on the matter.
Group Therapy? It sounded like fun. Plus, she could learn more about her obstacles this way. That's all Yuffie needed to hear before she decided to come. So, suddenly, an empty seat beside Daisuke suddenly had a girl in it. "Hi! I'm Yuffie Kisaragi!" She said to Daisuke cheerily.
Lilo had been hesitant to come to group therapy. The last one was traumatic, but something had lead her to come back. Pausing before she pushed open the door, Lilo peaked in and looked around with Stitch close to her chest. The doctor...he looked scary. Kind of like an alien. The other people there...an Asian girl and two people she knew!
Smiling, she went in and sat down in between Yuuko and Daisuke, not sure who she should sit next to. Daisuke made her feel floaty inside, and she didn't know why.
Group therapy? Kei really just came because it said 'group' in it, which meant people, which meant, socializing! He never even had a therapy on a sole basis with someone, so of course, he was curious as well. Since he was here, all he really did was eat, and a.d.dishly find something to do VIA art rooms and what not. As soon as he made it in the vacinity, he examined everyone. Keheh, the doctor reminded him of a fox. Something about the way he loooked. Deciding to sit beside him, Kei, with a grin, said hi.
An eager one! Gin returned the smile (which kind of went without saying) and waved politely in response. These were the kinds of patients he was talking about!
Kyaa, it really was a fox. Inching over a bit, Kei squinted as an attempt to imitate the other. "Ne, ne, you really need fox ears." He commented, acting as if it was the most obvious thing that was ever said. "You reallllyyy look like a fox. So get fox ears, okay?"
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The silver-haired man knew that any hopes of befriending any patient would be dashed if he got ahead of himself. Hence, keeping up professional appearances was priority.
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The man's appearance did confuse him a bit, though - he had silver hair, but he didn't look really old or anything. In fact, he sort of reminded the red head of Hiwatari-kun, with his glasses and pale hair. Pleased to think of his friend, his mood only got better.
"And what's your name?"
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"Ya mean, 'Niwa Daisuke,' dontcha?" Gin said, his head tilted slightly in feigned confusion. That was the Japanese way of introducing oneself; the redhead's name was certainly Japanese-sounding. "S'okay ta introduce yerself th' way you was taught ta."
"The name's Ichimaru Gin--in the Japanese order, o' course."
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This was Group Therapy and there would be no arguement on the matter.
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Smiling, she went in and sat down in between Yuuko and Daisuke, not sure who she should sit next to. Daisuke made her feel floaty inside, and she didn't know why.
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