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[ofhisword]

[Today in the Fabled Center of Camp (tm), there is a booth with a rather large sign:

THE FEELINGS DOCTORS* ARE IN
* we have hundreds to thousands of years of experience in this field. trust us!

The two people who are seated behind the booth do not look pleased.]

[Elijah and Katherine will both be tagging! we out!]

Comments

[sharpesthorn]

. . . I hope you didn't make that ridiculous sign.

[impiersonate]

Do I look like a sign maker to you?

[sharpesthorn]

No, but you might look like a doctor.

[impiersonate]

Of feelings?

[sharpesthorn]

Yes, feelings.

[impiersonate]

You are aware that feelings doctors don't actually exist, right.

[sharpesthorn]

Then, what does that make you?

[impiersonate]

Trapped.

[sharpesthorn]

It's not like anyone will come to you for advice.

[impiersonate]

Good job too.

[sharpesthorn]

I see that you'd like to stay here for awhile longer.

[impiersonate]

You believe that, hmm?

[sharpesthorn]

Acting that way? Of course, I would.

[impiersonate]

This is the absolute last place I'd like to be. So either that was a poor attempt to antagonise me or you're just not very clever.

[sharpesthorn]

It was advice. You sound like you need it.

[impiersonate]

I don't need anything but a stiff drink.