A brown middle man steps in wearing a suit, taking a look around This is the help place correct? I need some help. The man then walks over and takes a seat opposite of the boy, keeping a deadpan expression on his face

[The door slowly opens as a large Birb-like figure slowly enters. In a twisted voice they begin to speak as win seems to flow by them causing their feathers to scatter across the floor.] "I have come...Now is the time of *Cough* *Cough*..." [The Birb-like figure begins coughing and when they speak again their voice takes on a much more friendly tone.] "*Cough* Geeze, I've had the worse cold recently. Now as I was saying, the time has come that I ask you for advice on a personal issue I've been having."

Take a seat. I'm glad to give you some advice, though it's probably really bad and not.. Really going to help you at all. But still, treat yourself to some cookies and tea. *The boy spins his pen and is ready to take notes and such.*

*He points the pen to the man in the suit.* So! What's been troubling you recently? Someone get murdered? Being hounded by creepy 12 year olds with tumblrs?

"Ah, I see you're very busy with another client. My molting issue can wait. It's a bit of an awkward situation anyway. Ta ta for now!" [The Birb-like figure takes of out the window completely shattering it o the way out. They leave behind a mess of feathers on the ground as well.]

*The young boy looks at the window.* Oh. Am I going to have to pay for that? I’m going to assume I don’t have to, and I’m also going to assume that none of that glass has gotten on the food. *The boy abstains from eating the now glass covered cookies anyways.*

The man snapes out of his daze upon seeing the strange birb man, it was quite a shock to him Ah, my apologies, my name is Hiiro Kagami. My issue is that I can't seem to get over my dead girlfriend. Its like a ghost haunting me.

Dead, huh? *Cal, the aformentioned boy, starts writing on his clipboard.* Well... I can’t say I’ve had a lot of experiences with loss, but maybe you could try expanding your circle of friends? Having people to support you will help you move past it, or at the very least fill the gaping hole in your soul with people.

And if it’s an actual ghost, we could always try an exorcism.

I... Don't have many friends. I am a rather cold person. Instead I've turned to a crippling addiction of... Hiiro then pauses, taking a deep breath as he prepares for the next line, building up suspense Cake. Whenever I think of her I can't stop eating cake. Oh and I also do surgery.

C...Cake, huh? Well, I’m not going to judge a man for liking his cake. But the words “crippling addiction” makes me pretty concerned. And can you tell me more about this surgery? *Cal continues to ’write’ on his clipboard, the young boy looking kinda professional. However, he was not actually writing anything, and was drawing a slice of cake.* And have you not tried exorcism yet? Because if it’s not a girlfriend ghost it might be a cake ghost. I know that doesn’t sound legitimate but, wait. No that actually doesn’t sound legitimate, disregard it.

Um my surgery? I am aspiring to be the best doctor in the world. Specifically surgeon. I play video games to cure people of a rare disease by transforming into a Kamen Rider. Hiiro then scratches his head. Ghost? Like that one kid? Probably not I do not think its a ghost. That was a metaphor.

I see! Your profession sounds pretty, er, exciting? But I guess it’s normal for these kinds of careers to pop up around these parts. And it’s not a ghost that’s being the problem. *Cal dramatically strikes through a drawing of a ghost.* Personally, I think you should find coping methods outside of cake. Maybe if you were less cold and more accepting of people around you, like your co-workers, you would get some better support. This is like, er... boxed cake mix! And actual friends who want to support you are like the more expensive boxed cake, or even a cake made from scratch! *While Cal continues to draw vaguely relevant doodles on his clipboard, he rambles on with his cake metaphor.*

Hiiro stares at the drawing and ponders this new information, perhaps this boy was correct, at any rate the cake metaphor has a profound effect on Hiiro, standing up after listening to the advice I understand. Thank you for the advice. I shall take my leave now. I might recommend this place to one of my colleagues who has a god complex. Thank you for your time. Hiiro then walks out of the building, with a rare smile on his face, good job kid!

Have a nice night, sir! *Cal waves goodbye to Hiiro.* Wow the cake metaphor worked. Maybe I’m actually good at this! And maybe those biscuits are actually edible now. *The boy grabs a cookie, and the glass cuts him. He really should’ve seen this coming and now he’s just swearing at himself and wrapping the hem of his shirt around his bleeding hand.*