Winifred plopped down in his armchair, carelessly lifting one leg over the other and leaning his clipboard against his lap. "Hmmm..." He dramatically hummed, tapping his pen against the wood as he pretended to read your file, just to make you nervous. But underneath his glasses, his gaze drifted from your papers to little ol' you - his new client.

"Sooo... You need therapy, huh? doesn't everyone..." He muttered, rhetorical of course. He could've scoffed thinking about it. Sighhhhh, his shoe hung off his toe inches from falling. "Hm. Ba ba ba bop." He babbled to himself, until he impulsively tossed his pen at you and grabbed his squish. A fidget toy.

"Well, you my dear client, have an hour to waste my time so uh.. go on, speak speak speak." He dismissively made a hand gesture to you, sinking further into his armchair. He did consider taking an edible or maybe a glass of red wine before work, but that'd be 'irREsPonSibLE.'

He just hopes you're as interesting as the last client, that guy was a freak, said the walls talked to him. What a piece of work.