((drug out from continued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/24992.html?thread=858528#t858528)))
Takaya looked up from where he had been glaring at the annoying man sitting beside him at the new, potently more annoying woman standing over him.
"It's time for Therapy, Mr. Yamamoto," she said far too brightly for his tastes. He stood up anyway and the nurse beamed. He smirked.
"Fuck. You." He wouldn't hit a girl, but he sure would curse at one. He wasn't going to anything that even resembled therapy. Smile faltering just a fraction, the nurse tsked.
"Now, is that the kind of language we should be using Mr. Yamamoto?"
"My name ain't Mr. Fucking. Yamamoto." The woman turned and made a gesture to someone Takaya couldn't see. And then...
Ten minutes later, he was being bodily dragged by some hulking gorilla just called "orderly" (people weren't supposed to come in sizes that big he decided), into a room that Takaya just knew would piss him off even more.
"Stay here," the huge man grunted, depositing the struggling boy there. Takaya immediately whirled to attack, but was put down rather quickly on the floor, a new knot forming on his head. The orderly left, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Takaya wished for a moment that he was allowed to use his abilities against regular people, but the lessons he'd learned will still too deeply ingrained.
Instead, he turned and glared at the only other occupant of the room.
"Who the FUCK are you and what the FUCK am I doing here? What is this shit?"
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drug out fromcontinued from here (http://community.livejournal.com/landels_damned/24992.html?thread=858528#t858528)))Takaya looked up from where he had been glaring at the annoying man sitting beside him at the new, potently more annoying woman standing over him.
"It's time for Therapy, Mr. Yamamoto," she said far too brightly for his tastes. He stood up anyway and the nurse beamed. He smirked.
"Fuck. You." He wouldn't hit a girl, but he sure would curse at one. He wasn't going to anything that even resembled therapy. Smile faltering just a fraction, the nurse tsked.
"Now, is that the kind of language we should be using Mr. Yamamoto?"
"My name ain't Mr. Fucking. Yamamoto." The woman turned and made a gesture to someone Takaya couldn't see. And then...
Ten minutes later, he was being bodily dragged by some hulking gorilla just called "orderly" (people weren't supposed to come in sizes that big he decided), into a room that Takaya just knew would piss him off even more.
"Stay here," the huge man grunted, depositing the struggling boy there. Takaya immediately whirled to attack, but was put down rather quickly on the floor, a new knot forming on his head. The orderly left, shutting the door firmly behind him.
Takaya wished for a moment that he was allowed to use his abilities against regular people, but the lessons he'd learned will still too deeply ingrained.
Instead, he turned and glared at the only other occupant of the room.
"Who the FUCK are you and what the FUCK am I doing here? What is this shit?"