Group Therapy (closed)

Magnus raised his eyebrows and sighed. "Magnus. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but I don't like people so I won't." He said gruffly. Magnus sighed again and looked up. "I apologise for being rude but I had a horrible morning." He leaned back and ran a hand through his already messy hair.

(I ask that you have a lil bit more than that, two lines or so :) )
(Sorry dear)

(Better?)

(Yep thank you!!)

Nathaniel shook his head. "It wasn't rude. I appreciate your candor." He crossed his arms and huffed, the blank look still on his face. "I want to go back to my living spaces."

A soft chuckle left his mouth and Magnus relaxed. "I feel that." He responded. Although he didn't want to be here, Magnus felt that something was going to happen here, he just wasn't sure if it would be good or bad.

"I hate this place. Can't even use plastic utensils–not like the food here is worth it anyways." Melanie crossed her arms, digging her nibbled down nails into her pale flesh. "What are y'all in here for?"

"I was… A danger to myself or others. I lashed out when someone disturbed one of my tests…" Nathaniel's voice, though still pretty neutral, had a tone of embarrassment to it. "Then they of course discovered what exactly my tests were."

"I had extreme mood swings. To the point I almost pushed a friend off a bridge because he wouldn't shut up." He shrugged sheepishly. "I got tested and turns out I have extreme bipolar disorder mixed with a hunch of other shit."