Crack your skull open [Closed]

[themightysamson]

Picking a place to do evaluations wasn't easy, but after some searching, he eventually found a nice spot. It was... some alien building in the city. He didn't know much about the culture, but he had to marvel at the architecture. Not only was it aesthetically pleasing, the furniture was comfortable, and the walls were virtually soundproof. It helped to provide a nice relaxing and secure atmosphere he needed to get people talking.

And speaking of, he sat back, waiting for his first few appointments of the day to arrive.

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[livestoannoy]

"Next session?" Marco said hoarsely, coming out of his shock. "What next session?! This was a one time deal. No one said anything about fucking sessions."

[themightysamson]

"For most, perhaps. For you, specifically, your evaluation is going to take a bit more work. We'll schedule your next one soon. Until then, you're free to go."

So, you can either stay and argue, or make for the exit, Marco. What's it going to be?

[livestoannoy]

"What, haven't you 'figured me out' enough already?!" Marco said sarcastically. "Like hell I'm coming back here. I've done my eval."

[themightysamson]

"In that case, you failed it, spectacularly," he pointed out. "In which case, I'll have to talk to the Council, and tell them why you failed, in great detail, and why everyone should keep a very close eye on you at all times. As is my civic duty."

Try him, Marco.

"However, so long as these sessions continue, all the anyone else needs to know about them is that they're 'ongoing,' everything else remains confidential."

[livestoannoy]

For a moment, Marco said nothing.

Fuck. Fuck. He didn't need this. They didn't need this - if the Council started keeping tabs on him, he wouldn't be the only one to end up under scrutiny. They'd find out about his mother, and the other Animorphs. Find one and you find them all.

"Fine," he hissed through clenched teeth.