"Espio," Touma greeted him, picking up a notepad and pen from a table nearby before stepping to another doorway. "Come on through and have a seat."
Upgrades to the infirmary had seen a new counselling office furnished for both Touma and Kadowaki's use, one without the distractions of the main infirmary ward's medical equipment nor their individual offices' personal effects. Instead, this office was reminiscent of the dormitories in its simplicity, some pot plants the only non-essential touch, though the seats were far more comfortable than standard issue Garden furniture.
By some twist of fate, Espio happened to be the first off-worlder, and first non-human, at that, whom Touma was seeing about mental health issues. Touma was already thinking ahead, wondering if the medications he prescribed some human patients would have different effects on a chameleon.
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Upgrades to the infirmary had seen a new counselling office furnished for both Touma and Kadowaki's use, one without the distractions of the main infirmary ward's medical equipment nor their individual offices' personal effects. Instead, this office was reminiscent of the dormitories in its simplicity, some pot plants the only non-essential touch, though the seats were far more comfortable than standard issue Garden furniture.
By some twist of fate, Espio happened to be the first off-worlder, and first non-human, at that, whom Touma was seeing about mental health issues. Touma was already thinking ahead, wondering if the medications he prescribed some human patients would have different effects on a chameleon.