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| u love me ; cocky little smirk.. ) "presumptuous." yeah, that's another word i've been hearing a lot, especially when my name's in the same sentence or breath.| pauses a moment to lean a little forward, eyes squinting as he watches the other's expression ; begins to smile. ) that's a little presumptuous for you to say that, eh? here we are, two extraordinary human-beings. i admire your enthusiasm. best of luck to you. i would actually love to see someone getting through to me .. for once. | rubs his hands together eagerly before quirking an eyebrow and quickly turning back towards galloway. ) sorry, i missed that. did you say something? ... haha, memorable patients. all that i strive to be. i think i'm seeing you again this wednesday. | rubs the corner of his eye. ) but really, like i said, all i want are sleeping pills strong enough to maybe knock me out into a mini coma. i just don't see how there's any point in talking about my ~feelings. you heard from the others. i have no feelings, save for self-pity and self-loathing -- oh wait, aha, that's what the media says about me. ... ... | remains relatively quiet when galloway asks about the insomnia. pretends to have either not heard or uninterested in answering honestly. ) evil will be there tomorrow, indeed, but i'm more interested in eradicating it city by city. or vicinity by vicinity. it's a funny thing about good police work; evil can be marched into a secure cell block and only then does it rest. ... | listens to him with a straight face. ) one .. one of the youngest, yes. | short chuckle when called a genius; stows his hands into his pockets and looks down with an appreciated nod.  ) you did your research. are you judging me yet? | peers up through his eyelashes. ) ... ... hm. | nods again, pursing his lips slightly in appreciative acknowledgement.) alright. | flops on his back onto the couch, feet propped onto the armrests. makes himself at home. sees one of those tiny notepads on the sidetable and takes one and starts folding it like origami. ) where would you like me to start, doctor? 

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/ u disgust me. ) therapy doesn’t work on you? what a presumptuous claim. if you’ll indulge me then, callahan, i can assure you that i am quite different from other therapists. / tight smile. ) if i can’t get through, i doubt anyone could. / pauses. ) i hope that’s not what you’re counting on, frankly. / raises any eyebrow, says in a mumble: well no one can say i’m not interested in the challenge. ) either way this plays out—whether in your favor or mine—i’m being paid handsomely. that’s all you can hope for in this economy, isn’t it? but rest assured, you’re certainly going to be one of my more … / searches for the word. ) memorable… patients. nothing to do with your insomnia? then what does it have to do with? it is not a single man’s job to defeat evil. the very fact that evil doesn’t rest is why i would think people wouldn’t be so maddeningly consumed with eradicating it. / sighs. ) won’t evil be there tomorrow? why not put up your feet for a moment? / musing tone. ) an unpopular opinion, i guess. / clicks his pen. ) i’ve seen many things. the youngest person in your department. genius. eidetic memory, was it? among other stellar records of arrest of countless serial killers and dangerous repeat offenders… but then, you know all these things, callahan. / listens to his words with bemused interest. ) my, my. you’re certainly an ace profiler. he did mention something about your inclination to swaggering about a place. / laughter peals out of him. ) doesn’t bother me much. i don’t meddle much in shows of arrogance. / turns to him. face turns up into a smile. ) like i said before, mr. kirke. you’re my only appointment today. there’s no rush. now please, take a seat so we may officially begin.

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| is that a good thing or -- im just kidding ) ... hah hah ~ | forced but good-natured chuckle. ) i'm ninety-nine percent sure i'm not like most of your patients. therapy doesn't work on me. so unless you claim to be different from the other therapists, then ... | lets himself trail off. ) i guess we'll see. oh, i probably have every reason to be here, but that doesn't change the fact that i don't think you can help me. i don't think this is a waste of my time. | raises one shoulder in half a shrug. ) well, half and half. i'm getting off on how they're paying you to listen to me not talk. and i guess it's not a complete waste of your time if you really think you can help me. | blinks ) yeah. insomnia. it's got nothing to do with my career. .. .. | glances at him with an appreciative smile. reads his expression for a fleet moment before turning aside again ) evil doesn't rest. what sort of achievements have you read up on me, then? i'm sure .. after reading up on me, you'll come across other things not listed in the achievement section -- at least, i hope they weren't. | smile widens a little at the term ) "staycation?" | nods a little in approval ) why not. i'm not going anywhere. my coworkers ... | catches his eye in the mirror again. smirks a little. ) they mentioned i was a show-off, too, didn't they. or at least, the one who called you did. emphasized it. told you to .. | sudden crooked smile. ) "not get too annoyed with him. that's just the way he is. he'll warm up to you eventually." something along those lines. | listens to the other talk and simply nods, taking all his words in. ) not at all. | follows him upstairs, drinking in the rest of the scenery before setting his gaze on the back of lazarus's head. sweeps inside and glances around briefly before setting his eyes on the loveseat. ) .. considering i .. am fifteen minutes late -- and i do apologize for that -- will you let me stay fifteen minutes after four? just to complete the hour. 

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/ no i’m not bc callahan is big fat veiny dick ok. ) yes, yes, it’s quite alright. / smiles, huffing. ) you seem quite certain that you don’t need this therapy. a very common state of mind of most of my patients the first few sessions. / tilts head, nodding once at callahan. ) i hope i can convince you that perhaps there is, in fact, a reason you should be here. otherwise, then, it would indeed be a waste of my time. / pointed grin ) not to mention yours as well. but yes… sleeping pills. do you have insomnia? perhaps related to your high stress career? / pauses. ) you know, i read up on your achievements after receiving the solicitation for my services from your higher ups. i must say, you’re being kept exceedingly busy. / chuckles gently. ) if you’d like, you can think of this as a little / air quotes. ) “staycation.” / nods, acknowledging his request to be called by his first name. ) … do you have a variety of coworkers that have such … / smirks. ) interesting opinions of you? though, i must say i agree. football is not the highlight of american culture. was never really into it myself. drove my father insane. / rubs his cheek idly. blinks as he catches onto callahan’s gestures. ) oh. yes. how brainless of e to keep a man like you waiting. / smirks. ) right up here. / begins to lead him upstairs, making a short turn and opening a set of sliding frosted glass doors into a spacious and meticulous office with a clean chaise lounge sofa opposite a matching love seat. he sweeps his arm across the space as if to say ‘here we are,’ standing by the door, waiting for callahan to enter. ) 

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| are u expecting an apology gomen ; callahan does what he likes because that's what he's used to his entire life, even when his superiors put down boundaries ) lazarus, then. if you don't mind. well, i need something to call you by, don't i? | short chuckle. ooo being in the presence of a potential serial killer, how exciting!!! ) ... | still looking at the mirror when lazarus comes up from behind. his eyes meet his and he smiles at him. ) to be very, very honest with you, i'm only here on the constant - not to mention irritating -- nagging of my fellow colleagues. i admit it! | raises his hands in a shrug ) i can't sleep. but they tell me that they won't let me near sleeping pills. so here i am. suspended until ... | gestures with one hand at the space between lazarus and himself. ) we get this over with. oh, no. haha. | claps hands once and rubs them together. ) the department is covering the expenses. i'm either wasting their money or wasting your time. you sure you have no problem with this? as long as you're getting paid, right? | offers him a crooked smile. ) ... ... | pretends to be distracted by another hanging painting. ) just .. just callahan, i think. | said softly. ) ... ... | quickly turns towards lazarus with a light smile. ) who said that? was it mike? no, wait. i know. | knows according to studying colleagues. ) lars. i know it was lars. he's the only one who would describe me as | bunny quotes. ) "not very socially conscious." i happen to disagree. i'm very socially conscious. | places hand on chest. ) i just don't like talking to him about football scores. dreadfully boring, especially since they're predictable. | starts pointing fingers in random directions to ask where he's supposed to go. )  

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/ YES. TERRIBLY. fifteen minutes is terribly for super punctual and extremely neat and organized serial killer therapist lazarus galloway. raises an amused eyebrow. ) you can call me whatever you’d like. simply lazarus, if it’s more comfortable for you. it has no bearing on the content of our sessions either way. / shakes callahan’s hand firmly, closing the door quietly as he steps inside. he stands by the door, hands clasped behind his back, watching callahan steadily, with keen eyes. ) as you say … / steps forward, pausing behind callahan at the mirror, his eyes intent on their reflections before he walks away. ) “that depends.” are you going to force me to keep your here longer than you’re scheduled for? / chuckles. ) worried about a bill are we? no, no. i doubt that. from what i was told, you’re not a very socially conscious type, are you, mr. kirke?

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| was he terribly late. t e r r i b l y? is fifteen minutes too bad. yes it is if it's for an appointment, goddamn it callahan get your act together. flips up his cuff to see the time before glancing around again. the door opens just as he turns around and he spins on his heel, flashing a charismatic grin at the other man. ) ah .. yeah, sorry i'm late. dr. ... galloway -- do i call you that? or do i call your doctor lazarus, i'm not really .. | gestures casually to his head ) haha. anyway, yes. | reaches out his hand to shake the other's. steps inside and takes a thorough but brief glance around the foyer. one eyebrow raises, impressed. ) depends .. | distracted by the hallway mirror. peers at himself with idle curiousity. ) are you going to keep me here more than what i'm scheduled for? hey, you charge by the hour, right?

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/ sitting in his study, watching the clock as it ticktickticks down the seconds. he notes the hour, notes that his new patient is terribly late. he stands up, watches for movement outside his window. eventually, he sees callahan walking down the driveway, hears the far off knock drift to him from downstairs. he huffs, obviously annoyed, moving away from the window with a swift turn. ) what an interesting way to start out our session, mr. kirke. / he hums absentmindedly to himself, picking up his notebook and shoving his large, overflowing case file on callahan kirke into his bottom drawer and locks it. he answers the door promptly, serene smile on his face. he tilts his head, opening the door wide as he greets his guest. ) mr. kirke. / he holds out his hand. ) it’s quite a good thing you’re my only patient today, wouldn’t you say?

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| didn't get enough sleep as per usual. hands are in his pockets but his fingers are rubbing together restlessly. eyes wander up and down the house. deducts that this guy is extremely neat just by the exteriors and what he can see from the cracks between curtains. ) oh, i can tell i'm going to love this place. | chuckles under his breath. knocks once, twice on the door before having something catch his eye. moves slowly back down the steps, glances up at the open window. tilts his head. waits a couple of seconds before approaching the door to knock again. ) 

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