#thouscndways

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for @thouscndways || (mendel.)

      If she were being honest, Trina Levi wasn’t really paying attention to where she was going. She was too busy reciting the long list of things that she had already done for the day. Yes, already. Because Trina Levi was nothing if not thorough. She made sure that the deliveries to the post were made (a job she did not think was technically in her description) and checked on the proofs of the print advertisements for the company. She worked in one of those shiny big buildings that added to the skyline without adding to her wonder with the city. 

      Anyways, her arms were now filled with proofs and test prints of the posters that were going to be hung around the office for... morale. Morale. Excellent. It was going to boost the confidence of every working woman in the office who had to deal with their arrogant boss and pushy clients. Maneuvering the busy sidewalk with her heels catching against the uneven concrete, Trina was almost sure she was going to make it to the office building without a collision until she ran into... oh. Him.

      A blush crept across Trina’s face as she took in her the psychiatrist her ex-husband had gotten her to see. It wasn’t a normal thing now. In fact, long gone were the days when Trina would sit in his office and talk about her troubles with cryptic phrasings. She had seen him five times and then told her ex she wasn’t going back. Now she felt bad for the lack of professional closure as the man, Mendel, had still orbited around the life she lived, just in the peripheral. 

      “I’m so so sorry, Dr. Weisenbachfeld,” she said, trying to gain a better grasp on the large posters and papers, “I should have been paying better attention,” she managed, somehow tucking everything under her arm to shake his hand. “Sorry to meet like this on the street. How have you been?”

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      AH ! INTRIGUE IS SUBSTANTIAL AT TIMES LIKE THESE. an opportunity to have a ’ normal ‘ conversation with your psychiatrist. the man does well to prescribe him with adderall , ritalin & honestly , at times a nice mix of other such amphetamine stimulants. the GENIUS doesn’t take them , of course , but they sell at such exaggerated prices now - a - days. perfect for the little BUSINESS he has going on at school. he’s not a fool , per say , the research is done when people come to him searching for some kind of AIDE. why spend millions on medication that insurance should easily cover ? at least , not when the paragon is providing at such CHEAP prices. still , it’s a deal for him. make some money off that which his father goes to great lengths to pay for.

      so , imagine the young man’s surprise when the very -- psychological -- man is in the same café he frequents. a perfect CHANCE to get to know the other a bit better. occasions like these come very rarely. not to be missed.

      OBSERVATION takes note of movements , attention on the very drink that’s been ordered. it will be brought to him. TEXTBOOK. another prospect to further their interactions. there’s no telling if the man has noticed him , though he hasn’t exactly hidden his own presence. whether the man has perceived or not is not a CONCERN. typically one will avoid clients. logically so , after all why interact with work when the day has come to an end ?

      the order is taken , & with personal connections , the young student receives his own drink. along with that of the good DOCTOR. scent is taken in , memorizing the choice of beverage as he approaches the small table. the brew is set in front of the man , teenage taking his seat across from the OTHER. perhaps a demand for attention. ❛ i haven’t seen you around here , DOCTOR WEISENBACHFELD. ❜ there’s a grin playing to otherwise kind features. ❛ it’s always pleasant to see someone i can have an INTELLECTUAL chit - chat with. i assume this seat’s not taken ? ❜

      thouscndways II s.c.

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She didn’t know why she was here. 

If anything, her mother was the one that needed therapy. Her father also needed therapy, though she was less vehement about stating it as a fact.

But instead, here she was at her parents’ will, even though her parents were more fucked up than she could ever even hope to be, sat on an ugly couch in an empty room on a Friday afternoon, waiting for a stranger who’s going to expect her to spill her guts or something, when she could be getting down to the next movement of No. 6 in D major. Natalie felt like a teenager - though she, for all intents and purposes, was, she hadn’t been necessarily a rebellious one for at least the amount of time she’d been at college - and she put her hood up, scowling at the empty space in front of her.

She didn’t. Need. Therapy.

Natalie glared as the door opened and the person who must’ve been the doctor came through.

“Make it easier on yourself and me. My parents may be paying you, but they’re not paying me. So let’s just sit here. You get paid for doing nothing, and I don’t have to answer stupid intrusive questions. Sound like a deal?”

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“Are you okay...?”

Twilight made a slight face, creeping closer, trying to not unnerve the other somehow. She felt a pang of concern, but also knew a stranger may not like having someone they didn’t know in their business. Still, she offered a half-assuring smile, waiting patiently.