*you walk into your office one day. as you do. as you do every single day in site-107. unless something else is happening.* *.. and now there is a jar here. with glasses. for some reason. and it- ohmygodittalks.* Yo! hi. I uh... was told to come here. By. Someone. So. Hello!
*he freezes, hand slowly reaching to his Walkie Talkie to reach containment*
“Hello! Thank you for coming. Do…do you…want to take a seat?”
*Hes not entirely sure how a jar would manage to do that. But it is clearly some form of an anomaly*
"I.. I mean sure, yeah. Yeah, I'll.. sit."
*Small glass balls that you can only assume function as hands, maybe feet, move unattached from the jar's body, yet moving it toward the nearest chair that they assume to not be yours.*
"So uh. First of all. Please don't freak out. I can tell you're freaking out, I need that to stop. Second of all, please don't tell anyone I'm here yet. Please."
*he stands still for a minute. Does patient confidentiality apply to jars?*
*ultimately he decides it does.*
“I won’t, but for safe guarding reasons I will have to make someone aware of your presence after this meeting.”
*its clear the cogs in his brain are still turning slightly, trying to decide if he goes about this like a typical therapy session.*
“what brings you in today?”
