itp: therapy.

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[Today in camp! It's a bit nippy, the birds are chirping, vampire pigs are staying out of the sun in order to avoid burning up in it, and there is a booth out near the mess hall with a teenager sitting behind it. This would be normal except for the fact that a giant robot is looming over the booth.

The sign over the booth reads:

COUPLES

Comments

[mind_over_metal]

*..........well, then.*

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[HI MOM HI]

[themagichappens]

[welp]

[godwinner]

[ what--

goddamnit. ]

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[THE FATHER I NEVER KNEWWWWWWW.]

Good afternoon.

[godwinner]

What do you want.

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[points up at the banner.

:)]

[godwinner]

Yes, I can read. I learnt how to do so many years ago. Do you even know how to write in cursive yet?

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Oh, no, I didn't do the writing there, but I felt it was relatively self explanatory. You're with the Professor, aren't you?

[godwinner]

No.

[mind_over_metal]

Good afternoon, Erik. How absolutely lovely, that we've happened upon a couple of... professionals.

[godwinner]

Can you imagine my relief, to find myself in such capable hands.

[boldstarring]

[COMPLETELY UNDETERRED.]

The chairs are cushioned so if we have to be here for quite some time, the- well, you'll be comfortable.

[themagichappens]

Very comfortable.

[mind_over_metal]

*glancing down at his lack of wheelchair, with a Britishly suppressed long-suffering sigh*

Well, I'm clearly going to be here for some time, at least.

[godwinner]

[ I've abandoned you to worse fates. too bad that doesn't seem to be an option at the moment. ]

Now that we've confirmed that the upholstery is sufficient...