That boy needs therapy [OPEN]

[playing_thefool]

Who: Souji and gargleblasted
What: Souji signed up to be the school therapist this month. On purpose, no less. Got a problem? He's listening.
When: All month long!
Where: His office.
Warnings: None yet, added as they come.

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[whosyour_rikku]

[Rikku didn't go to this school, nor did she have any idea as to how she actually wound up in this place. It was like a giant maze with water bubblers every so often to accommodate the mice who couldn't quite make it through without taking a pit stop. Maybe this door would be the right one...]

[She let's out a small sigh. God she's so embarrassed she can't even look you straight in the eye.] Ugh, this is like, the 7th strike... Heh, sorry 'bout that.

[playing_thefool]

Sorry about what? I mean, besides not being very good at baseball, I can't exactly think of anything you've done wrong. You're supposed to tell me first.

[whosyour_rikku]

Oh, I uh, didn't know whether you were in the middle of something or... whatever. [She stands there quietly for a few seconds, awkwardly shifting her weight to and fro, scoping out the room.]

Y'see...

[Unable to keep her story in any longer and actually pretty relieved to see a familiar face, Rikku decides to ramble it all out:] I've walked in on, like, so many people today and they were all super into whatever they were doing and they got mad at me and I've been trying to find my way out of this place for ever but each room I go in to is like a giant red x flashing over my head.

[playing_thefool]

So... you're lost and looking for the exit?

[He... almost looks dejected, actually.]

Is that all?

[whosyour_rikku]

[Totally picking up your dejected vibations.] No, um... I have problems. Up the wazoo, even. Do you want me to sit down? 'Cause I can do that if, you know, you want me to.

[playing_thefool]

Well, that's up to you, really. No need to feel obligated. I just do what they pay me to.

[whosyour_rikku]

N'ah, it's cool. Like I said, I've got some problematical deals that need a good fixing up. And besides, better here than out there where people have free range to get hissy with me, right?

[playing_thefool]

Well, you won't have that problem in here, I can promise that much. So, what's on your mind?

[whosyour_rikku]

[Plops down, not really bothered by it being the floor instead of a chair.]

[You really do seem sincere and Rikku desperately needs a third-person to talk to about things.] And this stays between us, right? No tattletaling?

[playing_thefool]

[A smirk.] Even if I was inclined to disrespect your privacy, they could legit fire me for it. It's in the rulebook and everything. You're good, Rikku.

Sure you don't want a chair, by the way?

[whosyour_rikku]

No thanks, I'm good. You sure you don't wanna pop a squat down here?

[playing_thefool]

Hm.

[In a quick, almost fluid motion, he turns 90 degrees to his left, kicks off the bookshelf, rolls his chair around to the front of his desk, stops a couple feet in front of Rikku, and spins to face her. God does he love this chair. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and his chin on his hands.]

This a good compromise?

[whosyour_rikku]

As fair a deal as I've ever seen. [Kicks her legs out in front, stretching to grab the toes of her booties.]

Ok, so I just start then? Do you ask any questions first to get it rolling or should I just, uh, put it all out there?

[playing_thefool]

You go ahead. I can't really ask much if I don't know what's troubling you, after all.

[whosyour_rikku]

Touche.

[Wrinkles her nose; finding a way to start is the hardest part.] Well, I think I upset my friend... and he's trying to pretend that it's ok, y'know? But it's not.

[playing_thefool]

Well, let's start with how you think you upset him. What happened, exactly?