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[nanoless.livejournal.com]

[If you turn down a certain hallway on the first floor, near the lobby, you might notice a large sign, with an equally large arrow pointing towards a door. The sign itself is nothing more than marker on carboard, but it manages to be eye-catching just the same.

COUPLES' COUNSELING

If you head into the room, you're greeted with a desk and several chairs- nice chairs, tall-backed with leather covering and nice cushions- three in front of the desk, one behind. There's a six-pack of beer on the desk, and a few foam bats on the floor.

Behind the desk is one Johnny 'Akiba' Sasaki, a beer in his hand and a hopeful smile on his face.]

*Take advantage of a sudden burst of stupidity and altruism!*

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[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She looks around, hoping no one would see her going into the couples counseling. Taking this advantage to get herself prioritized with... well, her relationships, she didn't want anyone to know about her... problem.

When she spots that it's Johnny she's a little wary.]

Are you a professional at this?

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

Well, no ma'am, not exactly, but I've sure as hell seen it all.

[He pushes one of the chairs out with his foot.]

Have a seat. Beer? There's some other stuff in the fridge back there.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

Ah, no, I'm... fine.

[She hesitantly takes the seat. Her hands her in her lap.]

Usually I'm the one consulting people... this is a little odd.

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

[He offers a good-natured smile.]

Well, y'know, everyone has problems sometimes. Maybe it'd help to just talk it out.

Pre-mindwipe!

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

[She's not exactly sure why she enters. Perhaps Fortune thinks that it would be better getting an outside opinion on this...]

.....

Can I... just ask a quick question?

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

[He perks up.]

Well, sure!

[lucky-concept.livejournal.com]

Iv'e... been with someone in this building. I don't plan on having a relationship with him, but...

...Am I dishonoring my late husbands memory?

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

[He makes a D: face at the 'late' part.]

Oh, man. How long has it been since your husband... well, I guess that doesn't really matter. No, there's no way you'd be dishonoring him, no way. He was your husband, so I'm sure he loved you, and...

[Here, he's looking a little misty.]

When you love somebody, you don't want them to be lonely. I'm sure he's happier knowing that you might be happy, even if it's with someone else. Someone who loves you wouldn't want you be alone and unhappy.

[american-fox.livejournal.com]

...You're a councelor?

[Roy is extremely skeptical]

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you got a problem?

[Johnny scowls, then coughs, putting himself back in counselor mode.]

...Beer?

[american-fox.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you're that kind of counselor.

[It occurs to Roy that he should probably be nicer]

...I don't actually need counseling, I just wanted to see what was going on.

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

You don't, huh?

[He indicates the six-pack.]

Sit down anyway.

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

You can give counsel, Johnny?

[He stands near one of the chairs, staring at Johnny skeptically.]

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

Heeeeeeeey, man!

[He indicates the beer and a chair.]

Sit your ass down. And I'd like to think I can provide a friendly ear, sure!

[hall-patrol.livejournal.com]

...

[He shrugs.]

Okay, I guess why not.

[He grabs a beer- he's been letting up a bit on his 'no drinking rule' lately, and takes a seat across from Johnny.]

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

So how're things? See you're not dead anymore.

[Johnny grabs himself a beer.]

You told me it was some chick calling herself The Boss, yeah?

[dontshootplz.livejournal.com]

[...]

[Johnny notices the sign.]

[...]

[Johnny looks around.]

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[Johnny is going to kill whoever made him walk into this room. >(]

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

Hey handsome!

[dontshootplz.livejournal.com]

I could say the same for you.

What's with the whole getup? [gestures about] I didn't take us for the type.

[thatkindofguy]

Counseling, eh?

[He makes his way in and sits in front of Johnny, relaxed yet silent.]

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

Hey, man.

[He offers him a beer.]

You need some?

[thatkindofguy]

[With a sharp shake of the head, he declines canned piss. Instead, he props his feet up on the desk. He's trying to not show that he's been wanting to talk to someone for a while about this...]

You offer it, so why not?

LATE MUN IS LATE SORRY

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[Viper spies the sign on his trek to find a bathroom and snorts. Royally hungover and without any hope, he finds the sad irony too great to pass up and enters.]

Just what I need. More booze.

[nanoless.livejournal.com]

[Johnny waves cheerfully.]

Hey, man! Don't think we've met!

[donttripwire.livejournal.com]

[He picks up a beer much less cheerfully.]

No we haven't.