I'm fine, I swear! [Active, Closed]
Characters: Godot, Spin
Location: Godot's counseling office
Time: mid afternoon
Content: Spin's had his arm twisted into getting some help, but it turns out Godot isn't doing that great himself...
Format: prose
Warnings: Illness
Urgh, Spin was not feeling up to this. He didn't want to bother anyone with his problems, it was a bunch of dumb little things that weren't really right for him to go complaining about to anyone. There were a lot of kids around school who were dealing with real issues, and he felt petty for acting like he had any right to complain.
J, however, had gone ahead and set this up without checking through with Spin. Now, he was caught between wasting the counselor's time whether or not he showed up. Thanks a lot, J. It wasn't fair to just not show up when it had been said he would, though, so there he was, nervously approaching the office of one Mr. Godot.
He paused outside the door. Yes, he could hear someone in there, a sort of slow, jazzy tune... though there was something off about it, Spin couldn't quite place what. He took a deep breath, before knocking. "Uh... Mr. Godot?" he called, pronouncing the T.
Location: Godot's counseling office
Time: mid afternoon
Content: Spin's had his arm twisted into getting some help, but it turns out Godot isn't doing that great himself...
Format: prose
Warnings: Illness
Urgh, Spin was not feeling up to this. He didn't want to bother anyone with his problems, it was a bunch of dumb little things that weren't really right for him to go complaining about to anyone. There were a lot of kids around school who were dealing with real issues, and he felt petty for acting like he had any right to complain.
J, however, had gone ahead and set this up without checking through with Spin. Now, he was caught between wasting the counselor's time whether or not he showed up. Thanks a lot, J. It wasn't fair to just not show up when it had been said he would, though, so there he was, nervously approaching the office of one Mr. Godot.
He paused outside the door. Yes, he could hear someone in there, a sort of slow, jazzy tune... though there was something off about it, Spin couldn't quite place what. He took a deep breath, before knocking. "Uh... Mr. Godot?" he called, pronouncing the T.