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I'm a soldier for the red army. What do you do?
I'm a psychiatrist, actually. A soldier, huh? I didn't know they let homosexuals into the army.
They don't. I didn't know until now. Still not sure, but I figured it couldn't hurt to look for help.
What do you need, sweetheart?
I don't know. I'm kinda a... a spartan, you see. I'm not very good with emotions and all that crap.
A spartan? Ooh, you must have hella muscles... ♥
Actually, I'm pretty scrawny, especially compared to some of the others.
....They make scrawny spartans?
Heh, yeah. In test tubes and scientific labs.
You've got to be kidding.
I wish I was.
Wow. I'm not sure I can help you much then.
Great. I'm so messed up that not even a professional fag-shrink can help me. That's very encouraging, Doc. Fuck this, I'm leaving.
Basil sighed as he turned off the computer. He should have known better than to look on the internet for advice on what he was feeling. Still, there was no place he could go in the Gulch, except for Donut, and that required him to swallow his pride and admit that he was wrong. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
((Donut? Morelli? Anyone?))
I'm a psychiatrist, actually. A soldier, huh? I didn't know they let homosexuals into the army.
They don't. I didn't know until now. Still not sure, but I figured it couldn't hurt to look for help.
What do you need, sweetheart?
I don't know. I'm kinda a... a spartan, you see. I'm not very good with emotions and all that crap.
A spartan? Ooh, you must have hella muscles... ♥
Actually, I'm pretty scrawny, especially compared to some of the others.
....They make scrawny spartans?
Heh, yeah. In test tubes and scientific labs.
You've got to be kidding.
I wish I was.
Wow. I'm not sure I can help you much then.
Great. I'm so messed up that not even a professional fag-shrink can help me. That's very encouraging, Doc. Fuck this, I'm leaving.
Basil sighed as he turned off the computer. He should have known better than to look on the internet for advice on what he was feeling. Still, there was no place he could go in the Gulch, except for Donut, and that required him to swallow his pride and admit that he was wrong. Yeah, like that was going to happen.
((Donut? Morelli? Anyone?))