The notice sent to Mr. Vlad excused Rin for the first three class periods. He had a three-hour window to visit Hound Dog. He spent the first hour switching between anxiously pacing around his room, and lying in his bed, contemplating. Did he really need to go? He sent that meeting request in a moment of panic, but now that he had time to rest, his mind had cleared a bit, so visiting the counselor no longer felt like life or death. It was just like he said in that message: if given the chance, he'd just psych himself out of attending.
It was easier for him to spill his feelings when he was in the midst of drowning in them. He didn't feel like dredging them all up again when he'd just settled down—and bearing those vulnerable thoughts to a (relative) stranger no less.
But he knew he needed to. How many times in the last month alone had he started spiraling like that? And how much worse would he get if he didn't seek help?
Distantly, a bell rang, signaling the start of second period. Rin's fingers curled into his blanket. He felt sort of bad just lying here, doing nothing when he had places to be, and someone waiting on him...
With a deep sigh, he pushed himself up, grabbed his bag off his desk chair, and made his way outside.
And, a fifteen-minute walk later, he was outside the counselor's door. Hesitantly, he knocked.
// OOC: Sorry ik I'm sending this in late </3 pardon meee
After a moment, the door opened. Hound Dog stood on the other side, his large, almost intimidating stature taking up most of the frame. Though there was a softness to him. Yes, he was a large dog-like person, but he knew how to carry himself in a welcoming manner. He was a therapy dog, after all.
Good to see you, Rin. I'm glad you could make it.
He steps aside, gesturing into his office.
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