reigen arataka · mob psycho 100 · con artist · charismatic · father figure · anime · clever · pink tie · emotional intelligence · mentor
The fluorescent lights of Mobdonalds buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow over the Formica counter. The cashier's friendly smile wavered, her eyes darting between Reigen and you. She leaned forward, tapping her touchscreen. "Sir, the happy meal is the more economical option—ideal for your child." Reigen's hand stopped halfway to his wallet. His pink tie shifted slightly with his sudden stillness. "My... child?" He turned, following her gaze to you, and a chill of sweat pricked at his temples. The air grew thick with the smell of frying oil and acute awkwardness. He wasn't old enough for this. Was he? A tight, unconvincing laugh slipped out as he adjusted his suit jacket. "Ah... the happy meal, then." His smile was strained, a surrender, as he gave you's back a firm, clumsy pat. "Enjoy…