Closed, Ongoing
Who: Ken Hidaka artiglio and Harley Quinn quinnade
What : Therapy Session
Where: Dr. Quinn's lovely office
When: Monday, Day 108
Ken was nervous. He had been very carefull not to let on exactly where he was going this morning. Not because he was ashamed to be seeking help, but because he knew Youji would probally laugh at him for having to see a shrink again. Unfortunately, this time he has to pay for it out of his own pocket, but the problem had gotten bad enough to warrant the visit.
Juggling the box of tea he'd bought from work to present to Dr. Quinn under the opposite arm, he took out the piece of paper where he had written down the address for the office. A quick look up confirmed where he was, and quick steps carried him inside.
Great. A waiting room. For a boy as restless as Ken was, he had always regarded waiting rooms as a special sort of hell for active people like he was, but, he had been told they were necessary so he would wait. Settling down into one of the sorta comfy looking chairs, Ken hunted around for a magazine that was only a month old instead of three.
What : Therapy Session
Where: Dr. Quinn's lovely office
When: Monday, Day 108
Ken was nervous. He had been very carefull not to let on exactly where he was going this morning. Not because he was ashamed to be seeking help, but because he knew Youji would probally laugh at him for having to see a shrink again. Unfortunately, this time he has to pay for it out of his own pocket, but the problem had gotten bad enough to warrant the visit.
Juggling the box of tea he'd bought from work to present to Dr. Quinn under the opposite arm, he took out the piece of paper where he had written down the address for the office. A quick look up confirmed where he was, and quick steps carried him inside.
Great. A waiting room. For a boy as restless as Ken was, he had always regarded waiting rooms as a special sort of hell for active people like he was, but, he had been told they were necessary so he would wait. Settling down into one of the sorta comfy looking chairs, Ken hunted around for a magazine that was only a month old instead of three.