Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2019 4:06:46 GMT -5
Teijin sits on his hands across from a padded tweed jacket that enveloped a living man years ago, losing his humanity in that supposed portrait of an intellectual as an old man. His mind wanders while this professor, A-type personality scolds him in full-on trombone voice. Surges of emotions nip themselves before any real feelings make it past that pressure valve in the back of his throat. That disgusting place where deeper emotions choke on their own useless, pointless points of conjecture.
"Do I get any say in this?" Teijin asks without hearing this doctor's spiel, "because I have a better way to waste my Sundays. I could go to church or something 'edifying' for my 'lost cause' personality."
"On the contrary," the doctor says, "you're not lost or misunderstood at all, Teijin."
"Want to say that closer into your microphone?"
"I understand you're hesitant to live with these sessions. Few want to be here by choice," he tells Teijin. "But you'll come to find our meetings as productive - so long as you want to be a wrestler for this company."
"What?"
"I have orders of Camilla herself not give you a free leash until you can face what's been bothering you," he says with a tap of his steno pad. "You may not respect my mission, Teijin, nor my message. That's fine. But I really do care about your well being."
"Was that before or after you dressed up like Franklin's granddad?"
"I don't follow...."
"Franklin?" he says again, "a turtle... he teaches kids to read and shit."
That insult not only goes over the therapist's head, it transcends hurtfulness in the eyes of someone trying to give his destructive personality a valid outlet. For it seems the outbursts Teijin credits himself with using to break free from all reins on his career only bring a sick delight to this aging turtle man. That drives him mad, delving deeper into the recess of that overly comfortable chaise lounge. Until one word perks his body to an erect position.
"Tell me about your uncle Jubei," the doctor says, "he seems like - where are you going?"
"Shut your dirty mouth!" Teijin says at the doorway. "You didn't know him! So fuck off!"
He storms outside, leaving his counselor in varying levels of shock.