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Who: Sekimiya, Chloe
Where: Counsellor's office
When: Monday, May 1st, Afternoon
What: She did say she would go.

In fact, she'd give almost anything to not to have to go through with this. Talking, feelings... this wasn't her forte. Not much was her forte, but this ESPECIALLY was not her cup of tea. The training exercise kept replaying in her mind. The tests, the word "irregularities" ... she was messing up this whole Shinmen thing, clearly. She didn't understand why, either. The tests proved she was physically healthy... so WAS it to do with the mind? So it was probably she was mentally inept...

Chloe shook her head angrily, clearing her thoughts. She had been excused from Judo early so that she could attend this little get-together with the head doctor. Tired eyes wandered until they found what they were looking for. The counsellor's office. She wanted to be anywhere but here right now, but she had told Suwa that she would see Sekimiya. Chloe never went back on her word. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped in, looking for the receptionist.

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"Abendorosu-san, right? Sekimiya-sensei told me you'd be coming. You can go ahead to the back, and she'll be right with you."

The receptionist, a bubbly young woman whose smile was clearly concealing a touch of fear, was right at the front desk, and quick to gesture Chloe past, where she'd be someone else's problem.

By this time, Chloe was pretty adept at noticing the sometimes subtle change her presence brought. While outwardly helpful, she knew what fear sounded like, even in its most minute and hidden form. The German paused, her gaze fixing on the receptionist. It was always going to be like this, wasn't it? She would never be able to walk into a room and simply go unnoticed. Rarer yet, she would never be able to enter a room and be welcomed. She would spend the rest of her life caught between fear and contempt. She knew this, and even still her gaze hardened.

After a few moments, the German nodded politely to the receptionist and bowed in thanks before heading towards where she had been directed. Coming here had been a mistake, the receptionist had all but confirmed it.

The tiny woman greeting Chloe at the door she'd been directed to had an entirely different disposition. What Sekimiya regarded her with was curiosity and slight concern, without a trace of the fear her secretary had been so poorly hiding.

"Abendroth-san, I'm glad to see you. Please, come in." The name was pronounced with only a slight accent, rather than the wholesale mangling it was usually subjected to.

The pronunciation was... different. She was so used to people mangling her surname that when someone pronounced it relatively correctly, it was a very strange feeling. She quietly closed the door behind her while bowing her head politely to Sekimiya. And then.... she stood there, unsure of what to do next. She had come to see Sekimiya, like she said she would... but hadn't put much thought into what would happen after she had arrived.