Therapy [Closed]

[fearthefool]

Where: Dr. Facilier's office
When: Friday, June 25
Who: Clopin Trouillefou and Dr. Facilier
What: The headmaster is concerned with Clopin's attitude. He suggests a counseling session with Dr. Facilier to see if they can't work through some of his issues.
Warnings: Might skirt a PG-13 rating with mentions of violence

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[bffsonotherside]

The door creaked open at Clopin's touch, but at first it didn't appear Facilier was in his office. The usual candles flickered in a nonexistent breeze, but if Clopen listened close there was a faint tinkling of glass halfway down the shelves of trinkets, and suddenly Facilier straightened up, stretching his back with a groan. Then back down he went, tossing dodads and charms over his shoulder into a basket, not even noticing Clopin in the doorway.

[fearthefool]

Since he hadn't yet been noticed, Clopin decided to have some fun with Facilier. He took a smoke bomb from his boot, tip-toed a little closer, then threw the bomb as hard as he could on the floor.

It made a crack like a gunshot, a plume of purple smoke and white-hot flashes erupting straight up.

Clopin sat at the table as the smoke gradually dissapated.

[bffsonotherside]

Facilier let out a yelp and practically leaped into the air in surprise, then dove to catch the charm he'd been careless enough to drop. He got to his feet a moment later, seething, and whirled on Clopin.

"Whaddoya think you're doing?" he demanded. "If something were to break..." He dissolved into angry muttering, but if he wasn't being dragged into hell at that very moment, he was probably fine. "That is no way to make an entrance. Not here. That's my job."

[fearthefool]

"Actually, a grand entrance is my job," Clopin said. "I am, after all, the Theatrical Theory teacher. My name is Clopin Trouillefou. I have a title, but I'll spare you of it today. Is this the guidance counselor's office?"