"So you moved here from Pennsylvania."
"Yeah."
"Well ah.... Jesus, that's pretty far."
"Yeah."
"Well ah.... want some Cura?"
"No."
"Ok. Goodbye." Evidently the boy wasn't up for casual discussion. No, he meant business, down to the bone. Well that's ok, his loss. There's little doubt in my mind that he'll be in the Infirmary complaining of a panic attack sometime near finals week. Hyne, I can see the poor fool now.
"Dr Kadowaki! We have an emergency!"
The butch woman walks in sporting a black eye from some quivering psychotic that almost drowned in the fountain. "What seems to be the problem? Do we have another suicide?"
"No, this student can't breathe! We found him collapsed outside the library clutching seven textbooks, a Nunchaku, an issue of Hustler, and a small girl that moved here from Winhill! He was demanding the slaughter of the druggie that lives across the hall from him, and raving about floating members of SeeD!"
"I see. Jeremy? Can you hear me? What's wrong, Jeremy?"
The kid is flopping on the table like Leviathan cast on Cactuar Island.
"Lucy, get me 50 cc of morphine, and a small black coffee."
"I'm not your bitch! Get your own fucking coffee! We agreed to not have a dominant member of the relationship!!"
Kadowaki glares at her lover.
A very ugly scene, but no doubt what's in store for him if he doesn't lighten up a bit. In the meantime, I must discover two things; one, what on the FF8 Earth is happening with Zell; two, what to do about Selphie. I slipped my trusty Tic-Tac case full of tranquilizers into my pocket and made my down to the Dincht dorm.
I opened the door to find Zell sitting Indian style in a foot and a half of water. Yet none spilled out when I opened the door. He appeared to be meditating. So... yeah. What to do. I tried knocking on the open door, but that didn't do much. I threw my tranquilizer case at him, and struck his left eyeball. This jarred his attention. The water then spilled out into the hall, tripping many Cadets. I, nor Zell, took much notice, and I decided it would be best not to mention. I don't think he even knew the water was there to begin with.
Fifteen minutes later I emerged with a broken nose, a vial of Zell's blood, sixteen pounds of cat poison, a nude picture of Selphie that was apparently autographed in menstrual fluid, and a very, very bad headache.
My instructions were simple: poison Selphie by putting cat poison in her feminine region. The only trick was to get her to stop being so jealous of my body. I'm pretty hot. I'm a self-insertion.
"Yeah."
"Well ah.... Jesus, that's pretty far."
"Yeah."
"Well ah.... want some Cura?"
"No."
"Ok. Goodbye." Evidently the boy wasn't up for casual discussion. No, he meant business, down to the bone. Well that's ok, his loss. There's little doubt in my mind that he'll be in the Infirmary complaining of a panic attack sometime near finals week. Hyne, I can see the poor fool now.
"Dr Kadowaki! We have an emergency!"
The butch woman walks in sporting a black eye from some quivering psychotic that almost drowned in the fountain. "What seems to be the problem? Do we have another suicide?"
"No, this student can't breathe! We found him collapsed outside the library clutching seven textbooks, a Nunchaku, an issue of Hustler, and a small girl that moved here from Winhill! He was demanding the slaughter of the druggie that lives across the hall from him, and raving about floating members of SeeD!"
"I see. Jeremy? Can you hear me? What's wrong, Jeremy?"
The kid is flopping on the table like Leviathan cast on Cactuar Island.
"Lucy, get me 50 cc of morphine, and a small black coffee."
"I'm not your bitch! Get your own fucking coffee! We agreed to not have a dominant member of the relationship!!"
Kadowaki glares at her lover.
A very ugly scene, but no doubt what's in store for him if he doesn't lighten up a bit. In the meantime, I must discover two things; one, what on the FF8 Earth is happening with Zell; two, what to do about Selphie. I slipped my trusty Tic-Tac case full of tranquilizers into my pocket and made my down to the Dincht dorm.
I opened the door to find Zell sitting Indian style in a foot and a half of water. Yet none spilled out when I opened the door. He appeared to be meditating. So... yeah. What to do. I tried knocking on the open door, but that didn't do much. I threw my tranquilizer case at him, and struck his left eyeball. This jarred his attention. The water then spilled out into the hall, tripping many Cadets. I, nor Zell, took much notice, and I decided it would be best not to mention. I don't think he even knew the water was there to begin with.
Fifteen minutes later I emerged with a broken nose, a vial of Zell's blood, sixteen pounds of cat poison, a nude picture of Selphie that was apparently autographed in menstrual fluid, and a very, very bad headache.
My instructions were simple: poison Selphie by putting cat poison in her feminine region. The only trick was to get her to stop being so jealous of my body. I'm pretty hot. I'm a self-insertion.