...don't hit me...
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lavandarlizard2I forgot about this even shorter part... They do get longer; really! *somewhere in here they get longer. I hope...*
BFB - 082d - Wufei's Disaster
Horribly conspicuous.
That’s how he felt; standing in the waiting room of the therapist that Mistress Loquinn had referred him to. It wasn’t a large room, only about twelve chairs, but over half of them were filled, and he was waiting his turn at the frosted glass window. People were staring at him; he just knew they were, wondering what sort of lunacy lurked under *his* nervous façade.
When his turn at the window came, he handed the female a card, muttering “I’m supposed to see Dr Tolbien.”
She read the card, frowning slightly, then brightened. “Oh, yes, Mr Chang. You’re from the Castle. Mistress Loquinn called about you.”
Wufei flinched. Did she have to yell it to the whole world? He hunched in on himself, feeling... just horribly conspicuous and wishing that he could just sink into the bowels of the earth and never come back.
The female behind the frosted window handed him a plastic clipboard with a cheap ballpoint pen attached and a handful of forms. “Dr Tolbien will be ready for you in about fifteen minutes; in the meantime, fill out these forms as completely as you can.” She shut the frosted glass and he was forced to turn back to the waiting room. There was a vacant chair in the far corner under the window; he slunk across the room, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other waitees.
The pen had cheap gloppy ink that balled up around the point and deposited itself at random places on the pages, leaving splotches and puddles and smearing even as he stared at it. The questions on the forms ranged from stupid to invasive. What was all this about... about masturbation...? And why the hell did a therapist need to know when a female’s last period was. He paused, blinking. Oh crap... Did they do *that* kind of therapy here?! He shook himself and skipped to the next question; best not to think about things like that.
And then his name was called.
...tbc...
BFB - 082d - Wufei's Disaster
Horribly conspicuous.
That’s how he felt; standing in the waiting room of the therapist that Mistress Loquinn had referred him to. It wasn’t a large room, only about twelve chairs, but over half of them were filled, and he was waiting his turn at the frosted glass window. People were staring at him; he just knew they were, wondering what sort of lunacy lurked under *his* nervous façade.
When his turn at the window came, he handed the female a card, muttering “I’m supposed to see Dr Tolbien.”
She read the card, frowning slightly, then brightened. “Oh, yes, Mr Chang. You’re from the Castle. Mistress Loquinn called about you.”
Wufei flinched. Did she have to yell it to the whole world? He hunched in on himself, feeling... just horribly conspicuous and wishing that he could just sink into the bowels of the earth and never come back.
The female behind the frosted window handed him a plastic clipboard with a cheap ballpoint pen attached and a handful of forms. “Dr Tolbien will be ready for you in about fifteen minutes; in the meantime, fill out these forms as completely as you can.” She shut the frosted glass and he was forced to turn back to the waiting room. There was a vacant chair in the far corner under the window; he slunk across the room, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other waitees.
The pen had cheap gloppy ink that balled up around the point and deposited itself at random places on the pages, leaving splotches and puddles and smearing even as he stared at it. The questions on the forms ranged from stupid to invasive. What was all this about... about masturbation...? And why the hell did a therapist need to know when a female’s last period was. He paused, blinking. Oh crap... Did they do *that* kind of therapy here?! He shook himself and skipped to the next question; best not to think about things like that.
And then his name was called.
...tbc...
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Date: 2004-12-03 07:14 pm (UTC)Gah! Poor Wufei! I only thought you were being mean to him before! The horror!
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Date: 2004-12-03 09:12 pm (UTC)Maybe it was the tail...
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Date: 2004-12-04 12:07 am (UTC)*snicker*
It can't be any worse than when I take my 3 (yes I said three) kids to thier doctor... my worst complaint is the doc's attitde towards his patients.... he sits behind this big old desk, with reflective glasses on, about 35 feet away from the sofa his clients are to sit on...(talk about being in another room? they made his office long and narrow on purpose)
*shrug* Poor guy, he must of had a bad experience or something........
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Date: 2004-12-04 06:05 am (UTC)I had a high school counselor like that. I think he was afraid of the kids.
It was probably my tail... I have a bad habit of cuddling my tail when I'm nervous. Combined with the fact that those lousy chairs aren't built with tails in mind. Oh, I probably should warn Wufei of that fact...
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:51 pm (UTC)Or maybe that was your plan all along?!? Yeah, you and Sunny hook up with these sadistic little plots that you twist us fan girls up in... and it's no fun at this time of year!?! *outraged huff*
*thoughtful scratch to chin*
Course, all that stress is a relief after it's resovled... umm... okay, go ahead, just please don't take to long... I would love to see a "pleasant" dragon in time for Christmas... maybe one being comforted by a Trowa/cougar (my favorite... could you guess? I have an actual love bite/scare on my arm from a real cougar!!)
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Date: 2004-12-04 12:29 am (UTC)it is pure evil
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Date: 2004-12-04 06:06 am (UTC)