Diagnose: sexy | S&H
The table was positioned in such a way that there was enough space in the office to have a couch and a comfortable chair next to it. There were several plants in the room as well, enjoying the daylight that came from the skylight. Hemlock had hired one of the more fancy places in the city to have his little practice. it had been easy to get the place, and a little plaque made but he didn’t have too many customers yet.
It was fine, he just needed an excuse to be here and since Dodo was already taking up the space of tattoo artist and some kind of kinky kitten was known to pierce- Hemlock decided to not delve into decorating the body but the mind. How hard could it be to be a therapist in this place anyway?
He did encounter a girl without a heart, vagina or brain. That had been exciting. Now he was here waiting for an appointment that had been made earlier in the week- there was the knock on his door.
“Ah, welcome!” He smiled, his black gums showing against his pointy pearly whites. “Seira, right?”
@seira-ia









