Thread:Prof. Draco/@comment-5947732-20130222214313/@comment-1674153-20130303193951

Sandy rubbed his temples - briefly reminding him of his first few consultant jobs, before he learned the action was a bit too cliche for a psychic - before grabbing his fortune cookie and Shaolin Robe gratefully.

"Thank you so much! How very kind!" He smiled, admiring it before folding it neatly before setting it on the couch next to where he was sitting. Grabbing a fortune cookie, he cracked it open.

"'Good things are being said about you,'" Sandy read. Shrugging at the rather typical fortune but admittedly a little pleased at the thought, he pocketed the paper and munched on his cookie, then grabbed a few spring rolls.

"Hmm...I love these things. I must give Ms. Kawakami my regards," Sandy murmered with delight as he took a few bites.

Swallowing, he looked over at Karess and answered Matt. "You may be right...but I have a feeling this is more of a Tommy Zabowski problem..." Noticing the confused look of the agents, he continued. "Tommy Zabowski was a toddler I used to babysit back in Montana. He was obsessed with me, always trying to have my approval and to be the shining star in my eyes. But when I tried to babysit him and a few other kiddies, he instantly started to dislike the others when they took my attention away from him, and came up with any excuse to have me all to himself."

Talking to Karess now, he tried to his best to apologize. "And please know, I'm not saying you're immature or a kid. I'm just saying your words have been invoking the classic Napoleonic Complex."