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damned_institute2012-01-19 04:07 pm
puzzle4thought) wrote in damned_institute2012-01-19 04:07 pm
Day 61: Doctor's Office 2 (Prof. Layton) [Second Shift]
Ah, his first true day on the job. There had been quite the delay between the notice of his hiring and the date upon which he was meant to start (and it had been pushed back several times too...how strange), but he'd been able to spend it relatively productively, making sure all of his things arrived safely from London and getting a head start on settling in.
Of course, that hardly meant that he was feeling totally at ease right now. It still felt strange to think, that he, an archaeology professor by trade, was actually going to try his hand at professional therapy, but anything really was possible, he supposed. And he had always had an interest in psychology, as he did in seemingly everything else in the world.
Layton sighed as he settled back in his chair, pausing to adjust the position of the pen sitting on his desk. It was trivial, really, but for some reason, he felt like it had to be aligned just right. A gentleman always made the best first impression he could, after all. So he should really fix that...there. Just a little nudge with the side of his finger, and it was in its proper place. Or maybe it was out of sorts? If he looked at it from a certain angle, it did seem to be a tad crooked...
"Goodness, you are nervous," he muttered under his breath as he finally forced himself to look away from the pen and settle his hands, fingers firmly laced, on the top of the file in front of him. Take a deep breath, Hershel. A gentleman should always face challenges with dignity and grace.
Of course, that hardly meant that he was feeling totally at ease right now. It still felt strange to think, that he, an archaeology professor by trade, was actually going to try his hand at professional therapy, but anything really was possible, he supposed. And he had always had an interest in psychology, as he did in seemingly everything else in the world.
Layton sighed as he settled back in his chair, pausing to adjust the position of the pen sitting on his desk. It was trivial, really, but for some reason, he felt like it had to be aligned just right. A gentleman always made the best first impression he could, after all. So he should really fix that...there. Just a little nudge with the side of his finger, and it was in its proper place. Or maybe it was out of sorts? If he looked at it from a certain angle, it did seem to be a tad crooked...
"Goodness, you are nervous," he muttered under his breath as he finally forced himself to look away from the pen and settle his hands, fingers firmly laced, on the top of the file in front of him. Take a deep breath, Hershel. A gentleman should always face challenges with dignity and grace.