Dayshift 20: Dr. Washu's Office [Doctor Office 5]

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For Doctor Hakubi Washu, it was like Christmas had just come early, especially delivered by Santa Claus himself. She'd leaped at the chance to use her knowledge for good- well, at least kinda-sorta good?- and more importantly to advance her brilliant new theorem. All she needed were the minds for study, and it just so happened that the Institute had plenty of such minds for the studying, and plenty was being offered for her to do so.

Wasn't capitalism such a wonderful thing?

Thoroughly in her element, Washu had pored through the patient files and gotten everything ready, even managing to add a little 'flair' to her office. Several unidentifiable but quite flashy machines were on her desk, sharing the space with a small bowl of sweets, and the standard-issue padded couch had been 'modified' while she was at it.

She couldn't quite hide her glee as she clapped her hands together and grinned when she heard the intercom. Any moment now, aaaaany moment...

((OOC: For Ichigo, Tamaki, Darman, Fayt, Nigredo, Takaya, Yazoo, and Zoe.))

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"Just saying what's on the file," Washu said with a shrug, "it seems like the three of you got the idea that, since you were the only three who 'got it,' that you had to be better than other people... and since you were all equal, that you had to be 'family' of some sort. Then you started pulling stunts with motorcycles, causing ruckus and mayhem... quite the little troublemaker you were!"

A bit of a smile at that, ironically; 'trouble' meant quite a few things to quite a few different people, after all.

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Yazoo smirked once again as he remembered the things that Kadaj, Loz, and he had done before they had been sent back to the Lifestream. Flipping over Cloud on his motorcycle had to be one of Yazoo’s favorite memories.

“We are family, and I’m afraid nothing you do or say can change that.”

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Washu was quiet for a moment, before she spoke again. Was there any way to get through this kid? Probably not, but... a genius would find a way. Somehow.

"...ever thought about what your mother thinks? Your real mother?"

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Yazoo tilted his head slightly to the side and looked her straight in the eye while he contemplated on just how to answer her. He was growing increasingly tired of answering these pointless questions, and finally decided to simply keep his mouth shut, whether the doctor liked it or not.

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"...didn't think so. I'm done with you, kiddo; the nurse will take you to Arts and Crafts."

She'd have to break out the heavy artillery next time. The file hadn't said anything about sociopathy or a complete lack of empathy; that meant she had a lot of work to do.

...she was kind of proud about how she kept the pain inside. That any child could feel that way towards their mother- feeling nothing- hit a little too close to home.