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originally posted in:The New Dojo
7/17/2017 9:09:32 PM
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[spoiler]first thing I've replied too that wasn't my plot in a long time[/spoiler]
The door opened, and an incredibly tall figure stepped through the doorway. He was ashen haired, had bright blue eyes and a pale face like the snow. His face was scared and he wore a cast on his arm as he entered.
"I...was told to come here?" Cain asked the man.
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Charles smiled over at the man and gestured to the seat across his desk. "Just take a seat, Sir. I'm Chuck White. You are?"
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:38:27 PM"I am Cain." The ashen haired man told Chuck as he sat down in the chair. "I...am not sure what this is. What is a phycological test?"
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"I'm not completely sure. I only printed my degree an hour ago." He gestured to a nearby printer with a degree in psychology sticking out.
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:48:21 PM"I uh...yes. Of course. I am sure that you are credible enough." Cain told the man surprisingly.
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"Well, duh. I skimmed a page on Wkipedia on psychology. I'm basically a doctor. Now, tell me a lil about yourself."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 7/17/2017 10:59:31 PM"I have been dead for eight thousand years and as soon as I came back to life I was dragged into a plot by my father to kill my brother and take over the world." Cain said bluntly.
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"Sounds like my life, but less years. So, you ditched that idea? Did you do it for dat booty? I bet it was a thicc girl, wasn't it?"
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"Actually, a man beat me in a duel to the brink of death and brought me to my senses."
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"By showing you a goodnight? That's cool. You don't see a lot of gay guys around here for some reason. So, how is that relationship going?"
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"I am confused." Cain said as he furrowed his brow.
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"How is your relationship with your gay partner?" He asked bluntly.
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"I do not have a partner. What do you mean by "gay?"' Cain asked the man, with honest confusion.
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"Gay means you like other men in a romantic and or sexual way. Are you sure? That's what you made it sound like."
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Cain crossed his legs and raised his fingers to his temple. His face was one of pure confusion. As if everything the "therapist" just said went right over his head.
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"What did I say that's confusing? I don't think I said anything that's mindblowing."
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"Sexual...relations?" Cain asked simply.
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"Yeah. Two guys in bed. Getting it on. That wasn't a thing before you died I'm guessing. Well, it's a thing."
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"What do you mean by "getting it on?"' The ashen haired man asked Chuck again. This was clearly not settling well in his head.
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Chuck snickered. "Basically, if someone asks you for sex. Say yes. It means they want to massage your feet." He kept a straight face as he told Cain this, but on the inside he was holding back a wave of laughter.
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"Why would I want someone to massage my feat?" Cain asked Chuck. "They could injure them somehow..."
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"Only trustworthy and master massage therapists do it. Trust me, man. You gotta try it."
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"Where can I find these people then?" Cain asked Chuck with eagerness.
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"Look for this building nearby called Cloud9. You'll love it. I gaurantee it." He smiled in a friendly manner.
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"Thank you." Cain told him. "Now...is there more to this test?"
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"Nope...." Chuck barely kept up his straight face as the laughter almost broke free.
