WHO: Tino and Ivan
WHEN: Monday afternoon, 8th of November
WHERE: At the shrink office
WHAT: You have the power to give me something that helps me on my journey towards my dreams. (Testimony of mental health that is)
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There is nothing wrong with my head, thank you. )
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"Good afternoon, Tino," he greeted in a voice more dreadful than his body seemed ready to muster. Atop Raivis's desk sat a clipboard with a small ream of paper containing Tino's questionnaire. He would not see Raivis today, having requested the day of spend with Peter. "Please follow me."
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Standing up, he quickly grabbed his coat and bag and looked at the other, sounding a bit nervous as he answered. "Ah, o-okay..."
Following him to the room, chewing on the insides of his cheeks and looking around the small office, Tino thought that it didn't look too bad and sat down on the chair the other pointed for him, exhaling slowly. It's alright, this is not even that kind of a doctor...
Managing to convince himself a bit, he put away his coat and looked up at... at Doctor Braginsky, wondering briefly how someone could look as stereotypically Russian as he did.
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Like a splinter in the back of his mind, he still could not remember where he had seen the boy before.
"Well, Tino, I will be asking you a few simple questions, and you will answer me truthfully - no lies, I have quite a talent for knowing when people lie, you see. And you don't want that, now, do you?"
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That really sounded like the start of an interrogation, and didn't help Tino at all. What kind of questions would these even be? Was he allowed to not answer some questions? Would the other guess the answer if he didn't answer?
Shifting on his seat a bit uncomfortably, Tino crossed his fingers and rubbed the side of his right hand with his left thumb, tapping his foot on the floor nervously. He looked nice, sure, and he -was- a psychiatrist, so he really didn't have anything to be nervous, since he knew he wasn't crazy.
"How many questions will there be..?" He asked carefully, stopping the tapping of his foot and crossing his arms, leaning back and trying to appear calm.
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