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WHAT in person
WHERE all over
WHEN 32nd day
NOTES it's a deage post

[it's a beautiful day!

by someone's standards!

which is to say, the entire town is darkly overcast and gloomy, and starting in the morning, there are scattered showers intermittently around the town. it's light enough that it isn't bothersome, barely noticeable, really, but you may find yourself feeling a bit different after you've past through one. like it's taken a few years off your life— quite literally.

or maybe it doesn't effect you at all! and you just want to go for a walk in the rain. you do you.]

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[tries to take the cigarette away from him immediately]

Real life's a lot weirder.

[tries to keep his cigarette?! pitchy]

No it isn't-- how old am I, huh? When you meet me? How much older do I get?

[his expression softens]

You're twenty-eight. Shit, things are really rough for you right now, huh?

They're not! Fuck. What the fuck.

[stops trying to take his cigarettes, just waving a hand]

You'll need those. Want me to buy you a drink?

[GOOD THEY'RE MINE lights up!!!1 and takes a deep, held drag, exhaling.]

Shit.

Didn't you say you wanted to go watch some movies?

You want in?

W-what? No, I meant, you don't have to get me a drink or anything, just-- go do that.

[huffs a little]

I know I don't have to do anything. But if I'm stressing you out, I'll leave you alone.

I don't want to be a big pain.

We sort of have a running joke about both just wanting to support each other. I'd figure it's my turn.

[nervous laugh] You said this was a pain like twice!

Seriously, just-- I'm not really good company-- if you're saying I'm going to just suddenly skip to when I'm older and everything's fucking fantastic, then, please, I'll just wait for that.

. . . it's not—your fault.

Sorry. I'm not great at this.

If our, relationship, is so great later then I won't dock any points, I don't even know you. How long is it supposed to take, huh? When do I fast-forward?

Dunno. Sometimes it's a couple days. I mean, not like it's happened here, but I've been a lot of places.

[he stands up, tugging out another cigarette to chain up]

Then I'll just-- wait, okay? If this is really going to happen, fantastic. Best news I've ever had. Sorry to bother you.

[blinks at him, brows creasing. then just sort of shrugs]

I think that should be my line. Sure.

C'mon, what do you want? You're-- you seem, way too good to be true, all of this is. You don't really want to deal with me right now.

Well, you seem to think so, and I'm not in the mood to fight.

. . . Sorry.

. . . don't look at me with that face, I can't stand it.

[that sort of slips out, and he lets out a sharp little laugh, rubbing his face with his hands. sighing.]

[Reigen works his mouth wordlessly, apparently at a loss for what to say.

Then he swallows, and sighs, and blurts out shortly.]

Okay. You-- Yes. I could-- really, really go for a drink. If you were being real about that.

[stares at him, mouth still covering his own mouth and nose, unreadable]

[Reigen stares back at him, and instead of that sharp glint, he just looks lost.]

[I love this idiot so much I'm just going to die]

. . . yeah. Drinks are on me. But only if you actually want to, not 'cause you think I need anything. Deal?