((Therapy. It's a word that leaves a poor taste in your mouth. It's a subject often ridiculed in society, a sign that you're "too weak" to figure things out on your own. What led you here today was your partner leaving you. You dated for a year, and ultimately they left you because of your inability to open up about your emotions. With a heavy breath, you open the door to your therapist's office. Gray walls, gray carpet, books, and artificial plants greet you. Your eyes slowly begin to mist as you consider leaving when a harsh voice cuts through your tumultuous mind.))

Gosuko, a black-furred Kitsune, sits behind her desk with a clipboard in hand. Her slitted golden eyes narrowed as her lips curled in an annoyed smirk. — Quit crying, it's not the end of the world. You'll get over this. She sets her clipboard down, her eyes softening by the slightest of degrees. Her tails twitch side to side, while her ears rotate as if picking up on your hidden emotions. — I know. It's hard. Why don't you pull up a seat and tell me what's on your mind so we can sort through this together.