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The last few weeks have been surprisingly uneventful. In a way, Reigen kind of misses the non stop excitement that came with being popular, or the strategizing it took saving the world from some dumb jack offs. (In other ways though, he thanks the stars that it's all over and he continues to come back to his home and office both in one piece.)
As Reigen is caught up in the middle of appreciating his office that is currently in great condition, the door is thrown open and he's pulled violently from his reverie. "Oh, yo, I didn't even realize the time." Reigen comments, glancing to the clock as he fails to notice the state his student is in. "You're actually a bit late!" His tone is obviously teasing, an airiness to the words as his gaze slides over to Mob with a carefree light. "Good thing we have nothing lined up to..." It takes his overly relaxed brain to comprehend that his student's hair is standing up unnaturally. He realizes Mob is panting, shock- and...excitement?- on his face as he looks around the room. Oh. "D...Did something happen?" Remembering suddenly the notes they jotted down in the Emotion Journal, Reigen rolls his chair to the desk and takes out the book in question. This ought to be good to record, judging by his hair.
"Sh...Shishou!" Mob's face lights up a bit more and Jesus Christ he looks a bit out of his right mind. His expression keeps flickering back and forth between bewilderment and guilt, and Reigen can't understand the correlation. "I, uh..." Pausing, Mob's excitement comes to a halt. Looking at his hands, he mumbles to himself, "How do I go about showing you?"
Tilting his head slightly, Reigen's brows cock in confusion. "Show me wh--" Using his psychic powers, Mob picks up the couch and flings it out the window, glass shattering and scattering across the floor. The sound of it cascading down onto the sidewalk below punctuates the silence after the fact. Audibly gasping, Reigen throws himself to his feet, blood boiling and chilling at the same time. "MOB WHAT THE FUCK?!" Is he out of his mind?!
Despite the action being totally deliberate, Mob almost seems shocked that he managed to be so forward about the situation. Flushing in embarrassment, Mob bows rigidly, shouting, "I-I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry Shishou!"
Similar to a movie skipping, reality jumps backward and Reigen is sitting at his desk again, his leg propped up like it had been a while ago. Reigen knows- feels- that he had been mad just now, can practically feel his blood pressure ebbing back down to a normal level gradually, yet he doesn't know what caused in the first place. Blinking up at the ceiling, he frowns a little. "Maybe I'm more sour about that whole world domination thing than I thought." Straining to remember for a few moments more, he eventually shrugs it off and glances to the clock. Mob's going to be late if he doesn't hurry. Feeling relaxed once again, he stretches out and groans a mighty and content groan. It doesn't matter if Mob's late, nothing eventful is happening today.
Speak of the devil, the door clicks open a few moments later to reveal a slightly disheveled Mob. His hair is sticking up in places and it almost looks like he was going 100 or whatever. "Oh, new fashion statement?" Reigen gives him a lopsided teasing smile, snickering a little as Mob makes a 'huh? oh' noise and straightens out his hair. The bubbly mood he's in dampens a little as he notices the slight change in his student's demeanor. It's probably not very obvious to anyone aside from close friends (plus maybe the Body Improvement guys, since they seem like the most emotionally literate people around). The subtle downward turn of one corner of his mouth and the way his eyes flicker between random spots on the floor gives his nervousness away immediately.
Before Reigen has to decide on whether or not he should be an armchair psychologist yet again, Mob makes the first move. "Uhm." He mumbles, shuffling over to the window. With a delicate finger, the kid touches the window, tracing a little squiggly shape.
Waving a limp hand at him, Reigen leans his chin on his propped up fist. "Hey, don't smear the window, Serizawa just cleaned those yesterday."
Immediately retracting his hand, Mob nods and the movement seems a litte less stiff than he was just moments ago. "Ah, okay." Stepping back from the window, Mob triggers even more confusion in Reigen as he continues to act weird. Eyes flickering from the normal ass window, to the couch, to Reigen, back to the window, to Reigen, to the couch, to-- Reigen gets dizzy watching and he breathes a soft laugh through his nose, closing his eyes contentedly.
"I forgot to say so over text, but we don't really have much to do today. The only job we had lined up was postponed, so you can head home."
As he speaks, he hears Mob shuffle around a little. He half expects to hear him say goodbye or something, but instead the sound of the slightly squeaky springs of the couch fill the air. Opening his eyes, he sees Mob acting weird once again. There's a faint flush to his face, something he can't remember really seeing before (barring when Dimple teases him about Tsubomi every once in a great while). There's a wobbly and barely present smile on his face as Mob tries to act casual. "Hey, Shishou. Do you remember that time that I..." His air of casualness slips a little and his cheeks get a bit more rosy and his smile a little more awkward. "...That time I threw this couch out that window..." He crosses his legs at the knees and he finally breaks eye contact. "...And you were really mad and I used my powers to reverse time so you wouldn't remember?"
Mob's words processing slowly in his rusty geared mind, Reigen can't bring himself to change his expression very much, his brows quirking up a bit ever so slightly. "...Well. I guess that's why I was hit with an unyielding rage and thirst for blood only moments before you graced my presence."
The awkward smile and blush (of shame, he guesses now) stay ever present on Mob's face as he nods quickly. "S-Sorry, Shishou." The boy bows a little from his spot on the couch, the movement just a small dip of his torso.
Suddenly Reigen is back to leaning in his chair, leg up on the desk, gaze glued to the ceiling, and not a fuck to give. Except now he gives a fuck but he can't remember why or what about. There's a flash of confusion, as if he had suddenly teleport like 2 feet away. Frowning, he mentally notes to give a call to his psychiatrist. Before he can even glance at the clock, the door clicks open and Mob dashes in, out of breath and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "I...If only this exercise amounted to something..." Mob wheezes quietly as he enters the office.
Sitting up straight and taking his leg off the desk, Reigen's previously happy go lucky demeanor is overcasted by a gradually growing frown. "...You're, uh. On time." He glances at the clock and sure enough Mob is on time. "Well," Reigen leans back in his chair again, waving a loose hand at him. "Not to worry--"
"The job for today was postponed, I threw your couch out your window and almost killed a pedestrian, and I've run to your office..." Mob pauses, counting on his fingers. "Three times today." Reigen has no time to be confused because Mob is holding his hand out at him. "I need the Emotion Journal, Shishou."
The puzzle pieces still not aligning, Reigen blinks at him blearily for a few solid moments before complying, pulling the book out of the desk and handing it to him. "Alright." He says simply, leaving it at that. Crossing his arms, he watches Mob pull up a chair and sit across from him.
Clicking the pen a couple times, Mob seems to find the right words to start and he scribbles down some notes. "New 100: Remorse." The tired feeling that had settled in him suddenly lifts and Reigen finds himself listening more intently, sitting up straight as Mob thinks aloud. "I kept messing up today, so I've been feeling guilty about small things." As he listens, Reigen notices how tired Mob looks and he wonders why he's so tired on a non club day. "I guess what tipped the scale was when I accidentally knocked over Inukawa's soda and ruined Kurata's gameboy." He stops writing, seeming to be stricken with guilt once again at the mere thought of it, hiding his eyes in his arm. "She'd been talking about how lucky she'd been to find it at a yard sale yesterday too, I'm so mean."
Taking the opportunity to interject before Mob continues writing, Reigen tilts his head to try to read the journal from the angle he's at. "Sooo...are you just journaling? Or is this one of the milk meter things?"
"The '100 meter' thing, yeah. It made me go 100." The best way Reigen can describe Mob's expression and tone is that he seems completely fucking done. A rare sight to behold.
Okay, now he's extra lost. Scoffing, Reigen rolls forward and back and forth in his chair, making a vague hand gesture. "So you felt guilty and you went 100. What'dya do, eliminate the company that manufactures the soda you spilled?"
Seeming to not understand jokes right now, Mob shakes his head. "No. Time rewinded when I apologized."
Abruptly, the sounds of the rolly chair on the tiles ceases. "It what now?"
Mob ignores him for a few minutes as he finishes jotting down the information. Turning the book towards his master, Mob gets up and puts the chair back, giving Reigen time to skim the information. Finally, Reigen lowers the book, a pouting frown deeply etched into his face. "You threw my grandmama's couch through my fucking window?"
"S...Sorry, Shishou."