[Ah, Reigen would know that unfortunate haircut and familiar expression anywhere - which is fortunate, because otherwise the first thing he'd notice would be the armful of extra limbs, and he might embarrass himself yelping foolishly about it.
Like, he still might. Put a pin in that for now. But instead: oh, thank god, it's Mob— not that Reigen is glad to find one of his employees here in this haunted town!!! That's terrible!! Who would let a middle schooler come here!!!!
He takes a moment to center himself so that his personal panic, his Mob-in-danger panic, and his grossed out feeling about the disembodied limbs(??) don't all spill out at once and says, neutrally:] Oh, it's Mob. You picked up a lot of those for some reason...
[bud...]
Well, let's find somewhere to put them all.
[he does not in any way offer to hold any of them no sir]
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Like, he still might. Put a pin in that for now. But instead: oh, thank god, it's Mob— not that Reigen is glad to find one of his employees here in this haunted town!!! That's terrible!! Who would let a middle schooler come here!!!!
He takes a moment to center himself so that his personal panic, his Mob-in-danger panic, and his grossed out feeling about the disembodied limbs(??) don't all spill out at once and says, neutrally:] Oh, it's Mob. You picked up a lot of those for some reason...
[bud...]
Well, let's find somewhere to put them all.
[he does not in any way offer to hold any of them no sir]