[Log] Tousen Group Therapy [In-Progress]

[merrimental]

Title: Getting to Know You
Characters: Tousen's therapy group: Kaname Tousen, Il Forte Grantz, Zaera-Polo Grantz, Gin Ichimaru, Noitra, Tesla, "Shirosaki"
Locale: Therapy room
Timeframe: Afternoon (no specified timeline spot yet)
What: Group therapy. Let's be friends! ♥
Rating/Warning: Most likely language and violence. Forecast of heavy awesomness

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[oneeyedmonster]

Noitra was always early to group therapy, selecting his seat from the few that were scattered across the room. He leaned back in his seat, one eye watching the door with an almost frighteningly powerful intensity as he lurked and waited.

He knew the participants of the therapy session almost by heart, but there was only one he was particularly interested in seeing and it wasn't their precious counselor, Tousen.

[teslasir]

Tesla usually managed to get there right on time, but today, for some reason, he chose to arrive early. And what a good idea to do so! Noitra was there, and Dr. Tousen wasn't -- at least, not yet -- and Tesla exclaimed, "Sir!" rather cheerfully, coming to sit beside him. He had no doubt that someone would pull him away and force him to sit elsewhere, but for now, he chose to take the seat nearest Noitra, shifting the chair itself as close to the elder male as was possible. "How are you today, Sir?"

[oneeyedmonster]

The room was empty enough that when Noitra turned to Tesla, he moved even closer than would be ever allowed. His bony fingers caught Tesla's chin, jerking it forward. He had plans for today, plans that would make this group session a lot more fun for him in the end.

"Better," Noitra's reply was short as his lips met Tesla's, harshly kissing the other with a speed he was proud of, his mouth commanding the other's complete attention.

[teslasir]

Tesla was surprised at the other male's speed, though he shouldn't have been. His chin was brought forward almost viciously, and Tesla's fingers curled into Noitra's shirt to steady himself.

"I'm glad, Sir," was all he could manage before he was cut off by Noitra's thin lips. He melted, for a moment, into complete and utter bliss, and his free hand reached up hesitantly to brush long, black hair away from Noitora's face so it didn't tickle him so much.

[thewhiteking]

He was out of the tower. He was out of the tower. He was out of the damn tower.

But did it help? No. Now there was some kind of stupid group therapy…and the nameless one was not enjoying that idea.
Even less, he was enjoying the fact that he had been rudely awakened by the security and forced - with the threat of drugs - into a damn straitjacket. So he wouldn’t hurt the other patients... or the therapist… or anyone, for that matter. Including himself.
However, it was still somewhat amusing - it seemed that they were scared, which was always a nice thought. They should be

[blondeisforte]

It's nice to see some have learned how to pass the time.

He sauntered in, dreamy smile upon his face as slender fingers toyed with pale strands of blonde hair. Violet eyes scanned Noitra and Tesla before darting down to the hand working away upon the younger patient. A giggle rose in his mouth and he covered his mouth and smirked with a secret before sitting himself a seat down from the pale white-haired patient.

When he had spoken last to the blonde-haired boy, he had seemed sad about being forced to be away from a man he cared about. It was strange, that Il Forte felt jealousy and compassion for Tesla's joy and did nothing to quell the thought.

I'm just sad because I'm not getting any, that's all. Tee hee.