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[onesoulintwo]

Day: Day 65
Characters: Altair ibn La-Ahad (birdperch), Graham Spector (asad_sadstory), Hush (onesoulintwo), Kaito Sai (mimickedly), Kanda Yuu (lotusofsteel).
Summary: Hush has whipped up a batch of an old friend's fear medicine. Now he just needs some guinea pigs to try it...
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, during first rec. block.
Status: Closed/Incomplete.

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[asad_sadstory]

Graham hadn't had a therapy since that fateful day so long ago with Hidan and Kojiro and that nurse, the one whose name he couldn't remember, but she had been really very pretty and blonde and he almost wished he'd known her name but it was too late for that now - she was gone. So he was surprised to hear himself come up for therapy when before it seemed that he had been permanently delegated to being Taken Care Of by security. Alone in his room, he'd waited, quiet for once as he thought deeply to himself (though how deep Graham's thoughts went, nobody could really tell). The guards that arrived had taken care with escorting him. It was nice to know that they were taking him seriously, but honestly, they didn't have to grab him like that when he turned and twisted and stretched. It had just been a while since he'd really gotten to go somewhere! Though that was mostly his fault.

Once they shoved him into the room (and he was the last to arrive! How rude of him, he thought, he couldn't be late, could he?), his eyes flitted briefly across the other men in the room before landing on the doctor. Or ... the man in bandages. Was he the doctor? He certainly had the authoritative air about him, tall and strong and straight-backed like Ladd had always been, though Ladd had never worn bandages wrapped around his body like that. It was strange. Very strange. Graham rubbed one foot against the back of his other leg and wound his fingers together behind his head, unsure of what to do, whether to attack or not, whether to stand his ground and be ready to fight or start slamming his entire (admittedly low) body weight against the door. Everyone in here seemed to be oozing a sort of murderous intent, or at least looked like they should have, even that strange pale skinny boy over there.

"Hey! Doctor." Since nobody else was saying anything, he decided to break the silence himself. "What kind of therapy do we need to do that requires four men who aren't on staff? Are we going to sit down and talk about our innermost worries and unhappinesses together?" He wouldn't really object to that, because there was a lot he liked to talk about, but somehow, judging from the way the others were standing, it looked like a few of them wouldn't really be up for chatting. Maybe. He wasn't the best judge of character around.