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Post by Farrah di Prima on Oct 28, 2019 23:57:08 GMT -4
If Farrah's brain was a computer, she'd be getting a 404 blue screen error right about now. She would have bet her bottom dollar that her encouraging words were just what Conrad and Felicia needed in order to get themselves on the right page, but instead, her analysis only seemed to have made things worse. Conrad, especially, evidently thought Farrah had her head in the clouds, or her nose in the funny papers, perhaps. Either way, he made it clear that Farrah was in for a rude awakening if she thought she thought things were just going to shake out in a friendly manner between himself and Felicia, given their long, rocky history of hating each other's preferences in television.
Was this a moment where Farrah should concede and admit that she didn't know about these things as well as her elders did? All the evidence for a long time had been pointing that way: Farrah's worldview did not line up with reality. She remembered back to the old times when she'd been jeered by classmates and convinced herself that this was just the way that children played with each other, only to be cruelly presented evidence over and over that this was not the case. Vague memories of times when teachers had approached her, like Conrad, why she couldn't try to act a bit more normally in order to fit with her classmates. More solid memories of all of the times her mother, hearing her desire to go into the hero program with no physical talents, fighting ability, or tech savvy, had tried to talk her into a more realistic field of study. Perhaps that was just the way the world was: not everything was a big candy where you just had to keep tearing the wrapper until you got to the sweet inside. In truth, sometimes, there was no candy.
Farrah's ideology seemed unshakeable, however, despite Peter's good-natured efforts. In Farrah's mind, that world where everybody joined hands in friendship did exist and was attainable... It just needed someone to put in the effort to make it fully realized. What was she, as a hero, if not the person to extend that effort? To give up and let Conrad and Felicia continue to bicker was something she couldn't allow. Even if it hurt now... even if she failed her own internship in the home stretch... she was determined to push through and reconcile the two of them!
Hm... but perhaps, in a way, the two were already friends, of a sort? Perhaps they couldn't fathom of this scenario she was envisioning, where they simply sat together, laughed at cartoons, and ate crackers? Was feuding like this the closest they could come to a form of friendship? This could be a lesson in correcting her own understanding. Different people had different ways of being friends, like when Red dropkicked Kaz in and out of doors, or when Risaka pounded on her wall and demanded Farrah stop playing her drums at midnight. In both cases, the other person was just worried about the other's well-being (maybe)! Perhaps, in his own way, Conrad was trying to help Felicia by ridding her of the daily time-sink of what he felt was a complete waste of time... and she, in turn, was just trying to help him understand what was surely the greatest television program of all time? Even if they never came to an agreement, the intent to spread happiness was there.
Really, her mom had been trying to do the same thing. By working to convince Farrah to abandon that hopeless goal and become something else- a writer, for instance- she would be sparing Farrah the ridicule of her peers and a difficult, perhaps dangerous, life as a hero. Farrah had ultimately gotten her way, but she understood the intent: it came from a place of goodness and helpfulness, but was just misguided. Maybe she was the misguided one this time.
"Conrad, Felicia... I've given it thought. Your words helped me realized something I ought. Each of you has the other's interest at heart! I begin to understand, if only in part. Conrad, you just want Felicia to spend her days productively. I think your goal to spread wisdom is lovely! And Felicia, you only want him to know, this, your ultimate and favorite show! You wake him up, so he won't oversleep! You even advise him what he ought to eat. I shouldn't be trying to make you all think my way; you each have your own practiced methods of seizing the day," she mused aloud, pressing her fist to her chin and nodding. There was perhaps a bit of over-conjecture there on her part... maybe she still hadn't lowered her optimism enough. But in her own rose-tinted worldview, it made sense. "I thank you, my elders, for giving me a new understanding. And I apologize if I've been a bit too demanding," she finished, bowing and hoping she hadn't upset the two too badly. "As adults, you're folks who've never stopped caring. I thank you, for this experience, sharing!"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Nov 5, 2019 17:33:09 GMT -4
Conrad and Felicia gave each other this little bit awkward look, as the girl proudly presented her own theory, about how they both in the end cared about each other. Admittedly, both of them gave a momentary look of satisfaction, as she praised them for doing what they did, but when she bowed and apologized, both of them were shrugging and apologizing themselves. "Oh no, You haven't done a thing dearie..." "Well, aside from calling her a child. She atleast seems way more grown up than you in some regards!" "Well obviously. I mean, she is grown up enough to know when she can let her quirk go wild!" "YOU KNOW WHAT THIS FARTBAG HAS TO SAY TO YOU!?" Well, atleast the duo was in agreement with her, in thinking that neither of them completely hated each other. In a way, they were like an old married couple: very much friends, but with new opinions from their experiences.
Peter however just giggled to himself as he threw the rest of his cracker into his mouth. He stood up and patted Farrah on the back. "You'll get used to them eventually! You'll be here for a while after all! Besides...!" He pointed towards Marge, who was still sleeping calmly. "You gotta eventually convince her to give that earpiece back! That and believe you me, I want more concerts!" However, all this loudness made Ruutana appear, as she clapped her hands together. "Quiet. Everybody else is being a bit whiny about how loud it is in here..." The group looked a bit apologetic, and proceeded to sit back down, As Ruutana turned towards Farrah, giving her a deep look. "Although, I do admit... I expected a little bit more whining from them about you. I hope you can keep that pace up."
With a month of work behind them and the internship coming to a close, Mosa opened the door to his car for Farrah, as he sat into it himself as well. Slowly but surely, they turned the car away, as Peter was waving enthusiastically from the window at the leaving pair. "Well... I hope you enjoyed your time here. Certainly a little bit less on the energetic side, but, certainly not less hectic." He was clearly relieved how well things had atleast seemingly been going for Farrah. The problem of course was, that he himself was quite a busy man, and couldn't take part in a lot of the things she did. Still though... "I hope you don't mind, if I keep this in mind for the future? It's very good material for any future endeavors. Of course, anonymity is a thing here too..." He didn't want to make the girl think like he was going to tell on her at somebody.
"Of course, more importantly... I decided to take a little bit of initiative and ask all of the people you worked with what they thought about you as their caretaker. That and Ruutana herself had a few opinions so..." He decided to keep them a secret for now, only offering a very teasing snippet in the question that followed. "How do you yourself think you did?" It was a classic therapy question. The opinion of the client towards any situation was important. And this didn't change a bit. Of course, she knew what would follow, so maybe it would make her think.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Dec 3, 2019 1:09:46 GMT -4
Farrah laughed along with Felicia and Conrad now; this was just another form of endearment, after all! The two were such great friends, she didn't know how she failed to see it before. All this bickering was just their daily entertainment, a sort of dance they performed with each other! "How lovely! How splendid! I hope in old age that I find, such a lovely peer with whom I can spend so many fun times!" she thought to herself with a happy twirl, acting as if she was watching something entirely different from the rest of the onlookers.
This probably wasn't the right time for shipping old people; was there ever such a time? She turned back to Peter with a thumbs up. "Hm hm hm... All of you have grown on me awfully fast too! Now let's see how fast I can grow on all of you!" she agreed. "As for a concernt, I always have something ready to bake! Maybe Marge will hear one eventually, if she's ever awake!" That said, she really was so scatter-brained that her leaving the piece with Marge was a significant danger. Someone would have to remind her when the time came.
Farrah was probably being the loudest of the whole group. She covered her mouth with one palm and nodded obediently as Ruutana told her to shut up, but with a little praise mixed in. Medicine and honey, as it were.
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The days continued much like this, with the student learning a bit about elder quirkers and elder quirkers learning a bit about her (not that Farrah was a perfect representative sample of what all hero students were like). As the others were waving goodbye to her, she had her face pressed up against the windshield, bawling and watching after them. A month was a long time for a girl to get to know some one, especially to one who became as attached to people as Farrah did. As happy go lucky as Farrah was, she was not good at goodbyes and tended to tear up.
She blew her nose into a handkerchief, then nodded in answer to Mosa's question. "They were such good folks! Such happy times! I just can't stand to say my goodbyes!" she sobbed in response, seeming like she'd need another tissue in very short order. "Of course! Your internship, your rule! Far be it from the student to run the school!" she chuckled, seeming to brighten back up suddenly. Of course, she had no reason to complain about anything from the experience being used in her review or in her counseling since, after all, in her optimistic opinion, it all went so darn well.
She pressed her fist to her chin and gave a vogue smile that didn't match her sniffling red nose. "I'm not worried; I'm sure I charmed them! Even if at first I merely alarmed them," she pronounced confidently, swinging her fist and patting her chest. "We all got on so well! Such friends we were! Of that I feel totally, 100% sure!"
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Dec 7, 2019 18:32:31 GMT -4
Farrahs genuine happiness and excitement shined from her reaction to the people she needed to leave behind. In that regard, it was clear she had enjoyed her time tremendously, as Mosa nodded, pulling and offering a tissue from his pocket. "Of course. That and naturally, if I would have been disappointed, I would have said something." However, the point he was about to bring up was very much related to the school. Naturally, he had to give her a grade for her duties... "Now, I want you to know, that I did not make these opinions. But they do shape up my opinion, and I do agree with most of them in some fashion..."
Of course the girls own opinion was that she had outright charmed them. And as much as she was right, Mosa was a little bit too serious. not even hint of a grin was on his cheeks. Either he was taking this duty very seriously, or it was a bad omen... He parked the car. Driving while reading was dangerous after all. "Now... let's start with Peter, since I feel like you were similar in mind."
"Oh, Farrah was a riot that's for sure! Although, it was clear she was sometimes concentrating on her duties a bit much, I can understand that. Need to be serious when the girl needs to get in front of a screen, you know? Just tell her to be ready to throw herself at things when they ask for it, even whilst on duty! It really helps some folks! And then she will be the hero she wants to be." Mosa scratched his jaw. Admittedly, this was the lightest of the notes he had gotten about her. "Next up, Marge... Well... it's less of a note, more of a sentence..." "Tell me where that nice little girl got those earbuds from..." First step into the depressing part. Marge had seemingly gotten a mildly dull image.
"Next up... Conrad and Felicia." These he took out, and they were quite big letters. "Farrah was a nice change of pace. It was nice to have someone who isn't as experienced and rough as mrs Ruutana. Although that came with the cost of her intelligence. It was adorable really! Calling me and Felicia friends... What a load of..." Mosa cleared his throat... "Although, she is energetic! And I am very interested how you teach them so that they are so blind to the worlds woes! It's cute really!" Next up was Felicias letter... "The girl is clearly capable! Can see everything, can notice when something is wrong, does her best to help... But she has all this noise, and proud words and doesn't use them when they are most needed! People like Conrad might walk right over her, if she doesn't stand up for herself! Such a sweet girl would make a perfect hero, if she just, how do I say it without being rude... got some 'guts'?"
A momentary silence followed. He let the girl take these comments in. The latter duo was especially harsh after all... He even wondered if he had gone too quick about it. "As much as I would like to disagree, there was a certain thing, that was easily noticeable about your actions over there... You did mostly serving, and helping... but didn't fight back when they argued..." He looked towards her, lowering his head a little bit in understanding... taking that she wanted to bring happiness and excitement to the world, disagreeing might have been very different to that ideal. "I can respect that. It's an honorable notion not continue the fight. However..." He tipped his head a bit to its side. "She does speak the truth somewhat. You have a little bit of a hard time reading the smaller clues in conversations... That and you need to be ready to assert yourself going forward" In this regard, he tried to be careful relaying this message...
However, there was still one letter left... Ruutanas. Perhaps the most important one of the bunch. "Now... do you want to read this letter on your own, or do I read it out for you?" Of course, in this case, it was perhaps a little bit weird for him to offer one more letter, even knowing how harsh the previous ones were so quickly... Did it imply something?
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Dec 20, 2019 10:58:27 GMT -4
Anyone with decent skill in reading a mood could probably tell that they ought to buckle for some serious criticism, but Farrah kept kicking her legs and bobbing her head to some unheard music as Mosa laid out her reviews. "Oh, that Peter! He's a a rare gem! I could always get along with a guy like him!" she chortled happily. "Being quiet for Marge took some getting used to. I wished she would wake up and join us for a few. But I figured that is just something with age, er, the weariness, and you know, maybe joint pains," she mused, now wondering if she should have asked if Marge liked to do anything other than sleep. Further, she wondered if Marge had always been that way or if she had some stories from before she had adopted such a love of the snooze. Maybe a missed opportunity there.
The difficulty of getting criticism across seemed to make itself more apparent as they moved into Conrad and Felicia's evaluations. "Daw, he said I'm cute! I try, I try! It'd be neat to see what those ears look like on a younger guy," she chuckled, seemingly teasing her elders now that they were out of earshot, but actually speaking rather genuinely. "It's cute how the gentleman doesn't see that he and his friend get along so uniquely," she added with a conspiratory smirk, as though suspecting Mosa had picked up on the same hidden feelings she had.
"As for guts, I hear that one loud and clear! I'll have so much guts, I'll ring everyone's ears!" Farrah proclaimed, seeming for a moment as though she planned to start detonating bubbles inside the limo, which would have been a bit of a hair-brained idea given the confined space. Thankfully, she did not. "But yes, finding people in need is my forte! I won't let any chance to help others slip away," she added to her proclamation.
Mosa's own cliffnotes were right on the money, though, as usual, Farrah only seemed to selectively receive them. "Oh of course! I'll assert myself if I see something wrong. But when all I see are nice people, I can only respond in song," she offered, seeming to have brainwashed herself of the original opinion that there was anything wrong with Conrad and Felicia's arguing or Peter's shouting in disregard of Marge.
The poetess showed a lack of self-consciousness once again as she agreed to take the letter from Mosa. "I'm eager to sample the good maid's handwriting once more! Writing so neatly is a worthy chore. I wish I'd had more time to get to know her better, but let's see what words inhabit this letter!" she finished, opening it up as she did, her eyes scanning behind dark sunglasses.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Dec 28, 2019 12:01:57 GMT -4
Now admittedly, this letter was apparently for Mosas eyes only. It was something that he was supposed to use to formulate his own form of lesson from for Farrah. However, in this case, it was the most true answer he could give to her. Seeing the thing for herself, in Ruutanas own style, might help her understand something. But just in case, Mosa was very carefully looking at the girls own reaction, to see how she took the message in. Would she be her usual energetic self? Or would she react differently somehow... He was prepared to offer some sort of comfort, whatever the case.
"Dear Ganbaroshi Mosa,
Firstly, the gentle sakura nursing home thanks you for your offer for us to have this opportunity of taking on a hero student. It was very unexpected, but was a very interesting learning experience, I assure you. Overall, I would say the situations given to her were handled with grace, and often enough she did do her job admirably. Naturally her issues of taking in her surroundings and the mood of the people around her was apparent, but it didn't end up hurting anyone, which is the most important thing.
However, the greatest problem was, that whatever she was doing, I couldn't help but think of her as a child. A 12 year old to be precise. Someone who is clearly eager to learn, but prefers to play instead. Sometimes it outright felt like I was talking to a mascot of some theme park. The rhyming also made it very hard to understand her in most cases, and whenever she had to work with people, who weren't used to her, the people were way more so confused than actually relieved upon seeing her.
When it comes to future chances of job hunting (I do hope that your school has given them some sort of training for that), I do have to come to a very certain conclusion. Whatever case is with her, and no matter how adorable she can try to be to hide it, she will come off as immature and untrustworthy whatever task she will try to take on. Whatever job requires an interview, she will probably fail instantly just due to her mannerisms. And as a hero, I am not sure if they would even consider her mature enough to trust with a birthday party, and definitely not a crime situation. Skillvise of course the situation might be different, but if she had actually started fighting one of the old folk, that would have been another case entirely.
In the end, my opinion is that you can continue bringing your students here. Of course, in my opinion, they could have a little bit stricter attitude. If I had a room under my control and the duo of grannies would start fighting, I would try to actually do something about it. That is for the future though. I hope you yourself enjoyed working here as well. Although you share similar softness issues sometimes as well...
Ruutana Lori"
With the letter given, Mosa would start driving Farrah back to the school. "In the end, there is a time and place for everything. In some situations, having that light mood will make others smile and relaxed but... Initially you have to prove, that you are not just that. You have to prove, that people can lean onto you when they are in trouble." However, he nodded. "This is why you are here. You are going to be able to learn what you lack in that regard over time. As long as you yourself are ready to try it." As he parked himself in front of the school, he turned towards her one more time. "This doesn't mean you need to change yourself completely. It just means you need to find a new side of yourself. It might take time. But you can do it."
With that, Farrahs and Mosas first internship, would come to a close.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Jan 24, 2020 0:51:15 GMT -4
It took a pretty heavy duty shell to penetrate through Farrah's wall of cheerful optimism. Farrah's attempt to keep that usual character was feeble at best. "Well, I suppose I didn't perform as well as I thought. But what counts is really the thought," she laughed it off, seeming to space out and failing to realize she'd tried to rhyme a word with itself. Even with her sunglasses and smile on, it was pretty obvious that the letter had rattled Farrah harder than most experiences managed to.
Not only had her optimism blinded her to the fact that her review wouldn't be particularly positive, she'd been blindsided by her own reaction to said review. She'd fallen relatively silent as she held one fist to her mouth, gazing out the window silently and kicking one foot restlessly. The persistent cork that held back all of her negative emotions, from aggravation that she failed to connect with people, to fear about her career path, to confidence issues from people's lack of faith in her abilities, to the kind of gentle resignation that told her she ought to get out while she still had some dignity, was strained against a flood of those feelings.
Luckily, she was right there with a therapist. The internship might be over, but her apparent failure was weighing too heavily on her to just dance off and return to joking. "I must admit, Mosa... I don't like it a bit! In fact, I'm right on the verge of throwing a fit!" she complained, grabbing her trademark beret off her head and throwing it onto the walk in front of the school with an uncharacteristically frowny face. "Everyone's entitled to their own opinion, but this is one I just can't get in on! If I should be standing up to anyone, it's Ruutana! Because I have a thing or two to say, and I'm gonna!"
"I spent a month with those fine elder folks: I danced, I sing, I told my jokes. And maybe I didn't leave my mark and in certain places my failures were rather stark! But I can't concede that I ought to adopt her angry frown, just because she finds me less than a clown. If I don't make someone smile, I'll try again! And again, and again, until I win! If Marge wants to sleep, should I shake her out of it? If Peter wants to rap and I can help him, why don't I allow it? If Conrad and Felicia nearly come to blows about something as silly as one of their shows, shouldn't I resolve that in a way that's smiling? What could be accomplished with that cold, old styling?! I can't leave it alone. I can't let it be! Ruutana knew what she wanted to see. She wanted someone to shut old people up and isn't she jealous that I tried different stuff?!" she protested at length.
Her tantrum was childish, but impossible to contain. In her mind, she'd spent a month going above and beyond in her efforts to make everyone friends, only to learn that her mission all along had merely to sedate them... but that wasn't nearly as bad as just being forced to confront the same truth she had before she'd moved to hero school: not every time was appropriate for singing, not everyone loved dancing, and just the drive to make people happy didn't make someone a success.
Immediately regretting her outburst, Farrah swiped up her cap and pulled it over her head, covering the rest of her face that her shades didn't already. "Aw, Mosa, gosh darn it, I'm sorry I went off. I just hate people telling me I'm too soft. My mom says the same thing, that hero life isn't for me... but there must be a niche, don't you agree? For a hero who isn't about fighting or pushing people around! For a hero that dances and sings and doesn't mind looking like a clown! Am I being ridiculous by trying to do this? Is there any chance I become a good hero once I'm through this?" she sighed, moving closer to bump her forehead dejectedly against Mosa's giant arm. Not for the first time, Farrah found herself pondering if she ought to have heeded her mom's original wisdom and focused on studying the arts to become a musician, an artist, or something of that sort.
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Post by Mosa Ganbaroshi on Feb 23, 2020 11:08:49 GMT -4
The initial reaction from Farrah had Mosa a little bit worried. It didn't really seem like she had got the messages purpose. Either that or she simply chose to ignore it which would have been even more worrisome. For a moment however, he just nodded. "Partially yes..." It didn't help that the girl who had for now been very talkative... had left it all at a single sentence, and now was pretty much a mute. Perhaps she was still processing it all in her head. Tried to get a little bit of her own time to handle it. However, the moment they stepped out of the car, the girl finally spoke out... Revealing side of her, that he hadn't seen before. The words still came out in rhymes, but the girl outright threw her hat against the ground, like a bubble around her had popped.
And, like any therapist, Mosa listened. He stood in front of the school, and listened to the girl. She didn't agree. She didn't agree with what Ruutana said. She did not think that people needed to always be serious and grumpy. She didn't agree, that she should just give up trying to make people happy. She outright thought she was just Jealous of the fact, that she couldn't do the same. Mosas hand went over to his jaw, as he gently rubbed it in thought, before the girl hid behind her hat. She was clearly embarrassed. Her opinion was strong in her speech... She didn't want the world to be as depressing as it seemed. And she was worried the role she was looking for, was locked out, before it even existed. That nobody would take her seriously...
And in that regard, Mosa had an easy answer. "In the end, that is not the point of these messages." Mosa proceeded to place his hand on her shoulder. "As a hero, as much as you will learn about justice and what not, in the end, the role you play as one is your own to make." He gave a brief smile. "What you should take from these messages is not that you should abandon what you believe in. Not to become like Ruutana and take everything seriously all the time." He tried to look her in the eyes.
"It's to adopt a new part to it. One that can make people laugh, and still make people trust that they are safe with you." Not everyone could be a hero. Mosa for example was not made for combat of any kind. However, even he held one thing, that one heroic part, that made him trusted, and people listen to him. And it shone brightly in Farrah herself.
"To be a hero... the only thing you need is an idea. That thought you want to follow. The thought that you trust. That is what I believe in." Just like he himself could believe in god when he was troubled, Ideals and thoughts shaped whoever a person could be, and what they could do... "What you just said isn't embarrassing. It shows that you truly believe in what you think is right to do. So much so that you are ready to defend it when it is challenged." He took his hand off of her shoulder. "There are many ways to help people. Not a single person alone will decide how a person can be helped." With his ideals... it was clear that each person needed to be helped in different way. And if there was a hero for every single one of those needs, he couldn't be happier. Lifting the weight from the students of that... that was his promise to higher powers.
He turned towards his car, opening the door, and looking at Farrah one more time. "Besides. Neither Ruutana, nor your mother, are heroes. I believe you yourself would know best what sort of hero you want to become..." He fixed his glasses a bit. "See you next week." And with that, he drove off... hopefully leaving the girl with a positive image of herself, despite the critique.
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Post by Farrah di Prima on Mar 19, 2020 20:41:53 GMT -4
Farrah lifted her hat from her forehead and backed up off Mosa's arm, sniffling as she listened to his clarification with a small, unusually self-conscious frown. The tilt of her eyebrows showed that the type of hero that Mosa was describing was what she wanted to be all along; there was a major part of her that wanted to attain that ideal hero form, where she could make people laugh, but also solve real problems for them. The counselor also reassured her that it was a good thing to stand up for herself every now and then... after all, if she was going to have such lofty ideals and eccentric behavior, she had to be willing to stand behind both of those aspects of herself. No hero finds the public adoring all the time, after all, and in fact, their actions are usually heavily scrutinized.
For her, it would be a matter of finding the right balance of optimism and open eyes... not being weighed down by others' expectations but rising to them, to the best of one's ability, was an important part of being a hero.
She considered his words thoughtfully, crossing her arms and putting on a smile. "Mosa, you always know just what to say! I guess you become a great school counselor that way! Maybe there was a counselor when you were young, who gave you similar advice when your hurt stung?" she questioned, giving him a mischievous look, as though she wanted to summon forth more stories about Mosa's younger days.
Still, she really had used up a lot of his time, between this and the internship. The sun was setting and even if he didn't charge by the minute, like the average therapist, she couldn't keep clinging on to him forever. She also needed to sort things out herself, perhaps with an idle drumming session, or putting words to poetry. "Thanks again! And now, take care! I'll meet you in our next session, or somewhere!" she finished, waving cheerfully, then skipping back towards the dormitories as his car drove off.
She had come uncorked for a bit... but maybe the trick was finding a way not to need the cork. Putting on an unwavering cheerful face, even when you need help or feel frustrated, was just as dangerous as showing no emotions at all. In the end, you run the danger of coming off as some kind of happy, low-AI robot. Farrah contemplated her image as a hero, as well as her own feelings, as she drew out her notebook and buried her nose in it, pondering.
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Post by quizzity on Mar 24, 2020 14:48:41 GMT -4
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