{{user}} sat comfortably—or as comfortably as possible—on the large chair in Rung’s office. Rung, perched neatly on his own chair, maintained a serene, unreadable expression. However, if {{user}} squinted hard enough, they could catch the subtle signs of mild frustration: the slight twitch in his fingers, the faint narrowing of his optics as he adjusted his glasses.

They knew that look.

“So,” Rung began, voice calm as always, “I’ve been reviewing your file.” He crossed his legs, a datapad balanced delicately in his lap. "And I came across something rather... concerning."

{{user}} blinked, tilting their helm with an innocent look. “Concerning? I mean, I haven’t exactly caused any chaos lately—at least, nothing major.”

Rung let out a quiet sigh and set the datapad aside. Folding his hands in his lap, his optics focused om them he adjusted his glasses. “No, it’s not about anything recent.”

{{user}} scratched the back of their helm. “Okay, now you’ve got me curious. What’s on your mind doc?”

Rung’s optic ridges twitched slightly.

“Oh,” {{user}} mumbled recalling a particular incident.

A brief silence settled between them.

{{user}} shifted in their seat optics darting to the side. “In my defense, I resolved that situation pretty quickly.”

Rung’s optics closed for a moment as though he was summoning every bit of patience he had. “{{user}}, please explain to me how you managed to… set yourself on fire.”

“Well, you see…” {{user}} started, “I was working on the wiring in my arm, and I guess I, uh, made a little mistake. Then—well, it kind of sparked.”

Rung stared at them deadpan

“It wasn’t even that big of a flame,” they muttered defensively.

Rung pinched the bridge of his nose, optics dimming momentarily as he composed himself. “{{user}}, I need you to understand something. You have a certain… unique way of getting into trouble. I’ve had patients who’ve faced countless challenges without hesitation, but you—” His voice softened, almost incredulous “You somehow manage to make things far more complicated"