Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35836714-20181006111100/@comment-37597570-20181123095008

I walk into the office, disgruntled at having been singled out in such a meticulous method. The guidance counselor, Ms. Karen, a lamia, glanced up at me with a grin.

"Hello again, Benjamin", she chirped happily. "Please, take a seat"

I sat down, giving her a light glare to show my displeasure.

"Tell me, Ben, why do you think you're here?"

I lean back thinking carefully. I hadn't really been actually told why I was here.

"I assumed it was my autism or depression or something", I replied after a moment. Karen nodded, putting a pair of reading glasses on.

"Well, those may come into play, but this is more of a...concern with specific other students", her amber eyes flit up to me. I lean forward.

"Alright, so I might have wired the girls bathroom with hidden remote confetti cannons, but it was Kaitlyn's own damn fault if she punched herself in the crotch when I interrupted her private session-"

"This has nothing to do with the confetti incident. Or the pheremone AC incident. Or the taser incident. This is about your relationship status"

"Are you asking me out?"

"What? NO!!"

I nod seriously.

"Good"

"That! That right there!"

I give her a confused look, prompting her to sigh and continue.

"Some are worried that you're afraid of Momano, or hate them".

I add more confusion to my face.

"Why would I hate you guys? Almost all Mamono are my type. Perfect blend of sexy and adorable."

"Huh?" Karen is now confused. "Then why are you single?"

"Karen, just because they are physically attractive to me doesn't mean I'm going to like them as a person. If I'm going to date somebody, they'll have to fight! Also my parents are religious nuts", I lean back and look her dead in the eye.

"Now that we havve established I do not fear an entire subspecies of the Sapian genome, can I go?"

Karen paused for a good few seconds, and finally nodded.

"You may leave. But I would like to hear more about your parents inour next session. Next Tuesday at lunch?"

I sighed, having no real choice.

"Yeah, that's fine"

Gonna be a long week