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Session #6: Tooth Fairy
"So…let me guess, you're the Tooth Fairy?"
"Um, yes, could I—"
"Great." Nourie jutted some things into her laptop, she ditched papers a while ago (long story).
Tooth cocked hr head to the side, trying to catch glimpse of Nourie's teeth, "How old are you?"
Nourie briefly looked up, "Old enough to lose all my baby teeth."
She tapped her finger on her chin, "I don't think I remember you."
"That's because I burnt all of my baby teeth when they got out." She said without looking up.
Tooth stared at her in horror.
"So," she stopped writing and moved her sleek, Macbook Air to the side, "I've gotten complains that you . . . tend to stick your fingers in people's mouths a bit too much?"
Tooth, after recovering from her horror episode, rubbed her neck sheepishly, "Well, I wouldn't say too much…just every once in a whi—"
"Yes, this is what I'm talking about. Also, you zone out, talking telepathily with your fairies."
She blinked and shook her head, "No, I only zoned out once when Pitch kidnapped me and started to rant about how people mistake his robe for a dress and his shadows for sleeves." Tooth cocked her head to the side, "And I don't think 'telepathily' is a wor—"
Nourie cut her off, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have teethomania."
"Are you sure that's a real wo—"
The therapist took off her glasses and shut the Macbook, "Look, Tooth, I know this is a hard habit, and you might not ever get rid of it because, well, it's in your name and you're the Tooth Fairy and all that junk."
"I—"
"But you can lower it so it doesn't interfere with your social life. You can't stick your hands in every sorry sap's mouth. Some people have a phobia of teeth, it's bad enough that you remind them they have teeth."
"I know, and—"
"If this is about your fear of bad teeth, well, you just have to accept the fact that some people have a mouth of the worst teeth imaginable."
Tooth waited a moment, and no one talked, "So, can I—"
"I suggest taking a bit of a break from your work and leave your flying cotton balls to take care."
She nodded, just to get the lady to shut up and then raised her hand, "Can I ask a question?"
The therapist nodded and opened her laptop again.
"Right, so, I know that I shouldn't worry myself with people's teeth, and I'll try to stay away from their mouths . . . "
The Tooth Fairy kept talking, and Nourie nodded every once in a while to prove she was listening, but in fact, she was playing whatever game they had on Apple Laptops.
" . . . so, can I take a quick glimpse of your teeth? Please?"
The therapist wanted to facepalm, but instead, she sighed and nodded.
Tooth squealed happily and hurried to see her teeth, but when she did . . .
Outside…
They heard a loud scream, there was only one person who screamed like that, and she didn't do it very often.
Bunny and North shared a worried look.
Pitch felt Tooth's fear of someone's teeth, "What the . . . "
Tooth ripped the door open and hurried out, shaking uncontrollably and crying.
"Tooth, what happened?" Jack asked.
She pointed a shaky finger at the therapist, mumbling something about ruined teeth.
Pitch shot up, "Ha! I knew it! You're a witch! You thought you could trick me into seeing the best in your kind, but I know the truth!" he snapped his fingers and Nightmares appeared, "Kill her!" he shouted.
But when they looked at the door, it was closed with the 'Coffee Break' sign hanging on it.
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