M for Mental Monday

[find_a_fin]

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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[das_vedanya]

At least three of those fifteen minutes were spent sitting behind his desk, grinding the heels of his palms into his eye sockets. The silence of his office mocked him, like the lack of noise absorbed the ticking of the clock on his mantle. When he heard the door slam in the room adjacent, he rose to his feet, swayed when blood rushed over his eyes, and then pulled the door open to meet the Finn awaiting him. Only when Ivan got a good look at his face did he realize how familiar he looked.

"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."

Dr. Lecter, I presume?

[find_a_fin]

When that door opened, it wouldn't have been out of place if a dramatic "dun dunnnnnn" played in the background. Blinking rapidly, Tino stared at the tall man by the door with wide eyes for few moments and realised that there was something... familiar about him. But Tino couldn't think what exactly that was to save his life, and there was no time to stop thinking right now either.

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.

Anikka, I have absolutely no idea how to do this |D I'm winging it.

[das_vedanya]

He allowed for Tino to choose whichever seat he wanted before Ivan, too, took his. He deflated with a sigh, slumping a little as if the air in his lungs was the only thing keeping his spine upright. After allowing himself a five second session with closed eyes, Ivan straightened his spine and offered his new client a bright smile.

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?"

Worry not, I have no idea either 8D (And it's Annika)

[find_a_fin]

"...I guess so..?"

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.