let's wrastle.

[.xander;;]

he was pretty sure someone was going to die today. whether he would kill the therapist or himself was undecided.

seriously, that man was a freak. and xander didn’t just go around throwing the name “freak” at people. he knew better. but katze? katze earned the name. tacking surprise photo shoots up on the wall and drawing smiley faces on them? asking about food? naming a cat “mink?”

really, they’d probably get farther if xander was counseling katze.

and it didn’t help that his was the first session of the day. xander had the mindset to lie in bed all day and possibly could have gone through with it had the lights in his room not been turned on. that meant it was seven a.m. and time to start the day. it also meant someone would momentarily be in his room to beat him senseless if he did not get up. fortunately, he had the sense to get up. he had learned that the hard way his first year in the shack.

that morning was just going through the motions. changing into day clothes, showering, eating what the cafeteria ladies claimed was “scrambled eggs with ‘special’ ingredients,” taking pointless meds, all that good stuff. after the customary morning ritual, xander headed for the therapist offices on the second floor. his appointment was at eight and only by dan’s pressuring did he walk fast enough to make it on time. the lycanthrope looked at dan once in farewell before he entered katze’s office, as stan would be the one waiting for him when he came out.

taking a deep breath, the 21-year-old turned the doorknob and stepped inside the office. he was greeted by the familiar surroundings he had seen yesterday. his photo was still hanging, but now it was paralleled with another. a woman who didn’t look much happier than he did stared back at him from the wall as he closed the door. her face also had an obnoxiously bright happy face drawn on.

xander found the dry erase board and marker already waiting on a seat for him. with a sigh, he picked them up and sat down. once he felt like he could not pretend katze was nonexistent for any longer, he looked up at the psychiatrist and waited.

[lynx]

Oh boy, was this man not a morning person. What with it taking him twenty minutes by car (driving like the maniac he drove as) to arrive at work... well... he lived quite far away. An alarm clock blared at 7:00 a.m. Annoying little thing. A groan; the man got out of bed and went through his daily routine. Why wasn't HE allowed to schedual appointments later? Eight was obviously too early.

Yet--he got to see Mr. Xander again! Ah, this boy was quite the interesting case! Washed. Brushed. His hair partially tamed into a high-small ponytail (think Forde, but shorter). Bangs now partially tamed, they refused to not be in his eyes. Blues shined through the pale locks. Sighing, his appearance as good as it was going to get.

The man exited his house with kitty by his side and chocolate milkshake in hand. Being so... fearful of his patients didn't help--Mink did. The brown tabby hopped into the passanger seat as he opened the door for her.

Now he was driving to work.

A quick stop was made to the local butchery. A wince as he entered, fresh meat being cut. "U-um..." He looked shy, approaching the counter.

"Could I please get one steak?" And many questions asked. "...Little fat, not cooked, and please make sure it's warm like its fresh?" Gets what he ordered, pays the fifty bucks for the prime piece of meat. It was bigger than the Doctor's head. And oh crap--he was going to be late!

Oh it was a mad dash for his office, only five minutes to spare. Thankfully he made it! A sigh of relief, a cat set down in the chair marked 'Lissa'. He smiled and got his 100 oz glass of chocolate milkshake. Relieved now to be in possession of such a thing; even if it was morning. This was his breakfast. Healthy, no?

Steak still wrapped and warm, it was sitting on the little table by Xander's picked-out-chair.

Within his chair, shoes tucked underneath. Today he sported black socks with bright sparkly stars on them! <3 A smile crossed the doctor's lips as he sipped the shake, everything set up.

Oh, and Xander arrived! Sits there quite pleasently. "How are you today, Xander?" Sip. Sip. Sip.

[.xander;;]

incidentally, xander had not been able to sleep last night. of course he tried to, but he couldn’t help that wolves are supposed to be nocturnal. after about two a.m., when dan yelled in the room for him to stop thrashing around and go to sleep, the brunet had simply lay still and stared at the blank wall until morning.

tired, was all he bothered writing.

anyway, the point being was that xander was tired. which would explain why he, at first, didn’t notice the giant slab of something on the table next to him. that was particularly frightening, considering that once he took the time to acknowledge its existence, he discovered that it smelled exactly like what the wolf was always starving for. fresh meat. well, he could tell that this one had been dead for a while, but it was raw and wolves did scavenge when they needed to. his wolf preferred to rip up its own prey, but that wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

what is that? the man wrote, giving katze a hard, reproachful stare.

[lynx]

It had been dead for less than two HOURS. He can bite Lynx's ceator's ASS.

"...You didn't sleep?" He asked, so kind and such in his question; don't forget le smile.

Then blinks a moment. "That's what you said you wanted... I picked it up this morning... Figured you'd like to have something that wasn't the... slop that they serve here." So nice and considerate! Who wouldn't love Lynx? HM? HM?! He just kinda sat there not very expectant of the other to eat it, honestly.

"It's as fresh as you can get without killing it yourself..." Irony of his statement shown. He then sipped down the milkshake, he looked quite... happy. Did NOTHING really phase this man?

[.xander;;]

two hours is still roadkill to a wolf. biting into something’s neck, ripping its throat out, and letting its life drain into your mouth--that’s fresh. anything later than that is not fresh. <3

i said i liked it. i never said i wanted it, xander thrust at the psychiatrist. his eyes narrowed skeptically. what, did you put meds in it? or poison? probably wolfsbane, right? trying to be funny? if katze was indeed trying to be funny, the lycanthrope did not appear to be very entertained. not that his face was in plain sight past his messier-than-usual-due-to-the-whole-lack-of-sleep-and-therefore-uncaring-of- appearance hair.

[lynx]

"If you honestly believe I had enough time to even think about that you're... funny." He smiled. "...I'm not a morning person either... I barely got here five minutes before you arrived. I would not have time to do anything to it."

Pauses. "If you don't want it that's fine; I thought you'd like some meat."

What a nice nice man, all considerate of what Xander might want instead of just forcing it on him! "I'm not trying to drug you, either. If I did--it would be through the syringe."

[.xander;;]

in all honesty, xander began to look bored. and he also looked slightly disbelieving of katze, like he expected the therapist to already “know xander’s mind and all levels of it” like all the other therapists. well, he expected katze to think that and know how the wolfman would respond to him in every aspect.

i thought we already established that i’m not going to believe you. likely, not ever, he wrote, giving katze a dumb look. so you don’t need to waste your time making up excuses. i don’t care.

[lynx]

"If you want to sleep for the rest of the time, that's fine." Noticed how tired he looked, and wouldn't mind spending the rest of the session going over papers. Wow--this therapist was actually OFFERING for the other to do whatever he wanted. Like to see if anyone else did that! "I doubt you'll ever 'talk' to me in any sense... so what's the use?"

Was he trying something? Who knew. Oooh~ Mysterious.

"...Have fun. I guess I'll finish the paperwork." Already walking to his desk to go through some papers.

[.xander;;]

the werewolf scoffed at katze’s words. he just loved how the guy didn’t even reproach him for his sarcasm.

and anyway, right. like he was actually going to do what the therapist said. how weak did he think xander was? no, he would stay awake solely because it was the exact opposite of what katze told him to do.

his plan worked, for a while, anyway. after about half an hour of glaring at the psychiatrist, xander felt his eyelids start to droop. normally, he would have dug a “claw” or two into his leg to jolt himself fully awake again, but presently he didn’t really care to. maybe he was already too far gone to want to. once he was drowsy enough, he pulled his legs up from the ground and into the chair. he laid one arm over his knees and draped the other over that arm, making some sort of a headrest, then leaned over and curled up, rather like a dog. though that steak was viciously tempting, sleep called the beast even more strongly, and he nodded off into the realm of slumber.

[lynx]

They had an hour and fifteen minutes left of session to go when Xander fell into the embrace of sweet slumber. A smile crossed the therapist's lips as he watched the sleeping male. Aw, he was just too cute.

With that he quieted the scratching of his gold pen, quite enjoying watching the other sleep. It meant he didn't have to deal with being attacked.

The steak was quietly plucked from his side and put in the heating bag so it didn't go below the temperature that a fresh kill would go. Yes, he had prepared for everything, wonderful wasn't it? Now all he had to wait for was the session to end to wake the other up... Or have his guard do it.