First Session: Seiken

Seiken stared at the door with a frown. That was one hell of a name. He glanced down at the paper in his hand again, squinting slightly and tilting his head slowly- this was the right place, right? He sighed- this wasn't a language he was used to at all- it was very different from the many dialects he knew, and it made it a pain. Still, he was fairly sure it was the same person. His hand rose, cracking twice against the door and waiting for the approval before pushing the door slowly as he ducked down to enter the room.

Immediately, it was cast in shadow as he straightened after entering- his feline eyes slowly examining the surrounding area as his head tilted a bit in thought. He had been told he needed to attend therapy, and really- he didn't mind the idea. It wasn't like he did anything with his time when Emily or Basketball wasn't taking it up, he didn't bother studying, and he hated school in general. Still, as he glanced down at the man that was to be his therapist- his head tilted slightly.

He was pretty.

No. That wasn't right- pretty wasn't quite the right term. Healthy? Attractive? Pleasant? He squinted a bit, his heightened senses giving him odd signals off the man due to his passive powers. Slowly his hands shoved into his pockets, and he decided he didn't care enough to try to analyze it. "Seiken Jin Hou, I'm supposed to come here for therapy sessions for a while now?" he commented idly, his eyes tracing over every detail of the room. First. It was small. He hated small places. He felt caged.

He took a slow, steadying breath- but his eyes repeatedly start to flick toward the window and door already. He was getting better with his claustrophobia, but when Emily wasn't around- it seemed to start getting worse again. He knew it too, but he didn't know how to deal with it. So troublesome.

He blinked a bit, tilting his head. "So that's how you say it," he commented idly- the words seeming to distract him from his slowly building panic, before he slowly made a face at the question. Was it starting already? .. No, this seemed more like an earnest concern. Was he already showing signs of claustrophobia? .. damn it. He shook his head lightly, sighing before his usual blunt nature came forward.

"I'm claustrophobic. Without my girlfriend I get .. anxious. Your office is even smaller than the classroom, that's all," he stated simply, before he eyed the chair .. picked it up- set it to the side, and grunted as he sat down on his haunches much like an animal. Seeming more comfortable that way- not like the chair could support him anyway, and it put him on roughly-eye-level with the man in the chair.

Seiken then tilted his head just slightly, before he blinked, as if remembering something- he was supposed to do something when he introduced himself. It was something that the western cultures did alot- what was it?

Blinking, he suddenly recalled. "Ah. Right," he mumbled- before his long arm extended, the massive hand edged with claws suddenly appearing over the man's desk. Obviously, just now remembering shaking hands was the usual, his blank, half-closed eyes staring into his own calmly- like a great cat waiting for something.

Seiken accepted the handshake with surprisingly- immense control. Gentle as he gave it a slight shake, before sliding it back into his pocket as his eyes slowly blinked when the offer to move was made. "We can do that ..? Sure. I don't give a shit what people think." he stated idly- and it was true, there was no reason this would ruin the "reputation" he had begun to build around campus.

Down to earth, blunt, honest, a bit rude, but kind- is what Sebastian had described him as. He wasn't sure how accurate that was, but that seemed acceptable to most people- and as such it meant his relationship with Emily was fine, and her precious image was held together just fine as well.

"Is the park area alright?" he pondered lightly, not knowing what else to call it- it was cold out there, so it was mostly just snow and tree's, but it also meant no one was around so he didn't have to deal with people crowding him. Though this guy looked so small and fragile he was sort of worried he would turn to a weirdly named ice-cube.

Maybe an icicle. He was to thin to be a cube.

"Will .. you be alright out there though ..? It's pretty cold," he commented idly- some slight concern in his lazy voice as his head tilted to the side.

"Hmm .. I'm the opposite but I don't think I've ever been cold," he commented lightly as he stepped out of the office, tilting his head before he blinked a few times against the cold. Seeming comfortable in the large, but light hoodie as he simply glanced around- immediately as they exited the room he looked more comfortable. But exiting into the grounds, he completely relaxed, his body slumping slightly into a more comfortable positioning as his eyes lazily turned to slits.

Relying on his hearing and nose to direct him instead as they meandered into the courtyard, he would glance up at the tree that overhung the bench that Valli had chosen- before his large hand simply reached up to the branch that was easily twelve feet in the air. A slight hop- and his hand grasped it. Effortlessly hauling himself up one-handed before he sprawled out over the branch like a great cat, his eyes slowly opening to slits as he stared down at him and nodded lightly.

"Mmn .. yeah, it's nicer out here," he commented idly before he tilted his head slowly. "So .. what do we do in therapy ..? I know it's supposed to help, and I think it probably can, but I dunno how it works at all," he stated with a few blinks- looking down at the man lazily.

"Mmn .. I've never been to a doctor either .." he pondered lightly but shrugged. He still got the general idea- so he just had to try and figure out what the problem was? He contemplated the question that Val gave him, what was hindering him?

"I guess .. the biggest hindrance is culture shock .." he contemplated lightly with a frown, "Everyone here is fake," he elaborated, sort of. Frowning, he realized he wasn't making much sense but shrugged, and went to the next question. "Not much upsets me .. though I don't like my mate constantly wearing a mask .. hm," he contemplated the question then blinked.

"Though .. I kinda know what my main problem is .." he frowned slightly, slowly letting his gaze slide upward toward the sky. Blinking a few times slowly. "There's something inside me I can't control when someone tries to hurt me .. or hurt something I care about," he mumbled softly.

Seiken was an odd case, in some ways he was far ahead of others in being aware of his psychological problems. But in others, he was woefully ignorant.