'Divination, huh?' Even if Reigen wasn't capable of such a thing he was well-acquainted many concepts from the occult. He couldn't market the aesthetic with smooth-talking alone. And then there was Mob...
Even without prompting, Reigen's thoughts kept going back to him. Mob came to his mind clearly--his pin-straight black hair, his plain uniform, and his even plainer face.
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Date: 2024-09-02 03:28 am (UTC)Even without prompting, Reigen's thoughts kept going back to him. Mob came to his mind clearly--his pin-straight black hair, his plain uniform, and his even plainer face.
Reigen was hit with a pang. He missed him.