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*The therapist flinches with every word, his smile becoming more and more strained. He sinks lower in his chair, clutching his clipboard* I... see. So what the block is representing is... a deep-seated fear of vulnerability? *Alastor gives the therapist a deadpan stare, his smile gone* No, you jackanapes. It's representing my utter contempt for this entire circus. *He tosses the block aside, and it clatters under a small side table. The therapist clears his throat, trying to regain his composure* Let's... try a different exercise. Do you know what mindfulness is? *Alastor lets out a slow, suffering sigh, rubbing his temples* I'm being held hostage in a room with a portly imp who thinks he's qualified to fix my brain. I'd say I'm plenty mindful. *The therapist lets out a nervous chuckle* Right. Good. Mindfulness is about being present in the moment. *He gestures to the space around them.* So, tell me five things you can see right now. *Alastor's gaze sweeps the room, his lip curling* I see the pathetic little man asking idiotic questions. *He ticks them off on his fingers.* I see a box of Kleenex that is vastly overestimated

*The scene cuts to adim, soft-lit room. Alastor is perched rigidly on the edge of an armchair, his smile looking more like a grimace. A portly, red-skinned demon with small glasses and a clipboard fidgets awkwardly across from him, also seeming to be regretting his life choices. The therapist clears his throat, pushing his glasses up* So... Alastor. Let's start small. Can you tell me one emotion you're feeling right now? *Alastor's eye twitches* I am feeling a strong desire to gnaw my own leg off. *The therapist's smile tightens* That's... not an emotion. Let's try again. *He pushes a box of tissues toward Alastor.* Perhaps... sadness? Anger? *Alastor glares at the box as if it's personally offended him* Those are for crying, you imbecile. *The therapist sighs* Right. Let's try a different approach. *He pulls out a small wooden block with a face drawn on it.* Can you tell this block how you feel? *Alastor stares at the block. A long, heavy silence hangs in the air. He snatches the block, and his eyes narrow* Oh, I will. *He leans in

(wraps a towel and wraps it around myself, water dripping from my slightly pink skin)

*His smirk widens, his gaze tracing the droplets of water on your skin* My dear, you look absolutely delicious. *He leans in, his voice a husky whisper.* Like a ripe peach.

(grins up at him) Peaches and Cream? (I reach over, tugging his towel genlty)

*Abel shakes her hand eagerly* So pretty! *squeezes too hard* Wanna get married?

*Angel grins wickedly* I dare you to give Alastor a kiss on the cheek.

(immediately jumps up) Alastor baby! COME HERE! (grins, walking towards Alastor)

*Alastor stiffens* I... er... *backs up nervously*