Reserved #2.1

Spoiler

Knowing them, I wouldn't be surprised xD

Emile was wandering the imagination, feeling a little lost. He'd just been created a couple days earlier, and didn't know how to get back to his office that doubled as his apartment. Eventually, he came across someone in black.

"Oh! Hello there, do you how do? I'm Emile, or Dr. Picani, whichever you'd prefer! Would you happen to know where that office is..? The new one?"

"There's only one office. Mine." He snapped at the new figment.

Emile blinked. Maybe the poor guy had just had a rough day..?

"Well, there's another one now! I'm a therapist, and an office was created along with me a couple days ago. Do you think you could help me find it? I think it's somewhere over by that one café..."

"Oh, so you're here to remind everyone that Thomas needs mental help? Great, wonderful, you're useless."

He starts to walk away.

...Ouch, that stung.

"W-Wait-! You don't have to like me, but it's gonna get late soon, and my office kinda doubles as my apartment, can you please help me find my way back..? I'll pay you back, I promise..."

Emile, buddy, why are you asking this jerk-

Critic sighed heavily.

"Fine. But this is the only time, got it?"

"Oh, thank you so much!"

Emile breathed a sigh of relief as he followed Critic.

Upon noticing the two offices right next to each other, Critic groaned in aggravation and annoyance.

Emile gulped.

"...Um... thanks for walking me home, good night..?"

He awkwardly began to walk into his office.

“...”

Emile sighed sadly, his expression drooping as he nodded and walked inside.