NO TIME FOR LOSERS ☆ therapy

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 45%; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;text-indent: 30px;"]Torsten didn't have very much to complain about in his life at the moment. The most traumatic thing he had been through thus far was things that had been frustrating, so not much in the way of the traumatic. If he had known what therapy was, the child likely wouldn't have come at the call of his brother, seeing as it was something that he didn't need. The children were the few that didn't really need it, seeing as most of them hadn't been around long enough to have bad things happen, or they haven't been in the wrong places at the wrong times. Torsten had been lucky like that.

Coming forward however, the child would soon find himself sitting down beside Roan, looking up at the other for a moment before looking back down once more in thought. "What's a therapy?" He would finally ask, head cocking to the side as it once more found its way looking up at the other.