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for the good bean

[lusito]

[Typically, Joshua stays within the realm of Shibuya--whatever happens outside of his city is none of his concern, including the spirits that inhabit elsewhere in the world. Only those that live and die within Shibuya are the ones that require his divine attention, especially for the sake of his Reaper's Game.

But word can travel fast in the land of the dead. Spirits passing through spread rumors about a number of them having been exorcised in Seasoning City by a powerful esper, one who even went up against one of the most disturbing esper-turned-spirits known to many, Keiji Mogami.

It's enough to get The Composer of Shibuya's curiosity.

He's not supposed to leave Shibuya--as the being that practically watched over this city as their kami, their god, going outside of the city even temporarily could upset the spiritual balance of the city if he's not careful. Still, this Shigeo Kageyama is someone he wants to meet, and Joshua finds he doesn't have the patience to wait for an opportunity to manipulate a situation for the esper to come to him.

He spins some fabrications for the closest Reapers that he's busy with something, sets up some barriers to prevent other spirits in Shibuya from noticing his coming and going, and forces his spiritual energy to be pushed down deep enough that he can appear to the living or dead as the fifteen-year-old Joshua Kiryu he was when he was once alive.

When he arrives in Seasoning City, he finds himself drawn to the outside of a building. "Spirits and Such Consultation", huh... despite such a tacky name for a business, there's something he can sense in this spot, so he clasps his hands behind his back and simply looks up at the sign for a moment, considers whether or not he should try to go inside. He could also just wait outside and see if someone notices him here, and while good things come to those that wait, he's already decided that waiting isn't for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't even be here.

So, Joshua knocks on the door. Time to see if anyone's in today.]

[shigeo]

[Shigeo prefers to live without dwelling on where Mogami might have gone. He may have learned some valuable lessons from that nearly literal hell, but he prefers to grow and forgive - and forget. He's forgiven Reigen, and is working today, since the man seems like he needs the companionship at the moment. Business is slow after that fiasco, after all. Shigeo will answer the door to keep Reigen from excitedly throwing it open.] Welcome to Spirits and Such Consultation. [He's still not great at inflection. He doesn't bother trying to feel this stranger's aura, a bit too emotionally drained. Instead, he's barely aware that his energy is rolling off of him in slow, lazy, heavy waves. It's been an emotional week for everyone.]

[lusito]

[Oh, he's cute is not the first thought he foresaw himself having here upon seeing the other boy that answers the door, but. It's fine, he can work with this.]

Ah, hello there... I'm sorry, is this a bad time? I was hoping to get a second opinion on an issue I've been concerned about, if you don't mind.

[shigeo]

Ah, no, we're open. Please come inside.

[Inside is also an older man in a grey suit, looking extremely relieved to see someone that came in. Shigeo seems to just tuck himself aside to let Reigen take over - oops. He's remarkably oblivious to any sign that Joshua's interest had been piqued by him specifically.]

[lusito]

[Joshua listens to Reigen talk, nods along to his sales pitch regarding what they're capable of here, but it's increasingly apparent that the man has no psychic ability. The boy who let him in, on the other hand...]

I see. It looks like I've found the right place then.

[Joshua flips his hair here so that it's not hanging in his face too much before he offers a hand in greeting.]

My name is Yoshiya Kiryu, but you're welcome to call me Joshua if you'd like. It's a pleasure to meet you, Reigen-san... and you as well, Kageyama-kun.

[The offered hand is not just for the former, but to the latter to shake, too. Regardless of whether or not Reigen had actually given both of their names yet or not beforehand in his opening speech.]

[saltsplash]

[This guy reminds him a little bit of Teru. Shigeo bows his head, but after a pause, he'll accept the handshake as well. Shigeo didn't think a thing of it, but Reigen's scrutinizing Joshua with a keen eye.]

Do you know Mob from somewhere?

[Because Reigen sure did only reference his student as "Mob", not by his real name. Shigeo slowly blinks, not quite catching on any reason to be suspicious - but Reigen's staring down Joshua more intently. He has more reasons to suspect that people are going to be out to deceive him or defame him, after all - and he doesn't want to tangle up Mob in all of that.]

[lusito]

Only from second hand information, I'm afraid: I heard about a psychic that was around my age working here too, and that was the name I was given when I asked.

[Joshua tilts his head a little curiously at Shigeo, then.]

Would you prefer having me call you "Mob" as well, or something else?

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[shigeo]

[Oh. Someone actually actively looked for him, then... if Shigeo feels any particular way about that, he's not letting on directly.] I don't really mind. Just not Shige-chan.

[lusito]

[Hee Hee]

Wouldn't dream of it, dear.

[Josh no you literally just met him don't try to fluster him already--]

As to the matter of why I'm here... by any chance, have either of you been to Shibuya before?

who else

[violaceus]

[ With a deep breath, Soubi took a drag from his cigarette and let the heat flood his lungs. Today had been exhausting and if he had the choice, he wouldn't have gone to class at all. Mmm, that wasn't really true. He did have a choice in the barest sense of the word, but his absences were really piling up one on top of each other like dirty dishes. On days like today, all he wanted was to be left alone in spite of the informal holiday. Valentine's day.

Of course things hadn't worked out that way. One after another he had rejected the chocolates—he had neither the want nor need for relationships. Ah, again that wasn't really true. The way he gripped his cellphone in his jacket, in contrast to his lax posture agaisnt the brick wall proved otherwise. ]

[geliebt]

[Valentine's day sure is a funny holiday. Seimei has always expressed to every girl that catches a fancy for him that he isn't going to return the affections, yet here he is, carrying several bags of chocolates in his school bag. He's sixteen, so maybe the high school drama of being adored was inevitable. Nothing really compared to the way he watched their feelings spill on their expression when he took their chocolate and told them to their face that he wouldn't return it on White Day.

Still, he can't actually eat this slop. The store-bought he might consider. But he knows someone who would never reject anything that Seimei told him.

He doesn't need to say a single thing as he approaches the college student, wrinkling his nose at the cigarette disapprovingly but otherwise not dropping the smile.]

Soubi. Spit that out and open your mouth.

[violaceus]

[ Honestly, Soubi isn't sure why he's surprised to see his master (maybe one day he'll be accustomed to how effortlessly Seimei comes and goes as he pleases). Of course Seimei would show up when he was least expecting him, even if he was the only one he wanted to be around today. Seimei was a natural at timing and knowing what Soubi needed, even if he always seemed to wait until the last possible moment. The fact that his heart was beating faster was only natural too, even if it was for a myriad of reasons.

Still, the confusion on his face is evident even as he does his best to comply with the order instinctually. At least he doesn't need to worry about the cigarette, as that dropped from his lips as soon as he comprehended the words. Open his mouth?

Seimei? [ But comply he does, the slight pink on his cheeks clearly not the result of the brisk February night. ]

[geliebt]

[The perfect obedience is satisfying, even if the implied trust gives Seimei a feeling he hasn't decided where to place. Instead of dwelling, he settles back on his earlier thought, and pulls out a homemade chocolate. He places the truffle, which has been dusted in cocoa powder, on Soubi's tongue with a smooth motion, fingers perfectly clear of touching his Fighter in the process.]

Chew, and swallow.

[violaceus]

[ The chocolate isn't what he hoped for (dreams should remain dreams for a reason), but it's still far more intimacy than he normally receives. And it's more than he knows what to do with, something which will likely become apparent once he's done following his sacrifices orders.

But for now, he won't ruin the moment with an overstep or flirtaous banter, the smile on his face purely earnest. For the next few seconds, anyway. ]

[geliebt]

[Seimei stares at him, apparently expecting something. Or scrutinizing. When it's clear that Soubi isn't starting to seize, Seimei speaks up.]

Any headaches? Feel sick?

[violaceus]

[ For a second he balks—was the chocolate poisoned or—Oh. That's right, Seimei was notoriously paranoid. The truffle was honestly kind of tasty, and as far as he could tell perfectly fine.

Hmm... ]

No headaches, but I feel a bit light headed. Is that normal?~

[geliebt]

I guess we'll find out. [He'll hold the bag open. It's been torn open from being neatly stapled, and a sticker on it is cutely written kanji. "For Aoyagi-san". Of course Seimei wasn't going to eat this.] I'm almost disappointed, but I guess it's too obvious for them to try something as blatant as poisoning chocolates.

Fae Verse

[saltsplash]

[Parties! Parties are very, very new for Reigen. He's been let out on his own ever since he parted ways with Mob. It's pretty wild, which is a far cry from the professional air he was trying to adopt with his job... add to that the fact that he hasn't actually been to a party like this one, and he wasn't actually sure what to do.

Not that too many people were properly paying him any mind? It made him feel a little like Mob, actually, slightly wall-flower-y and not exactly sure how to engage. He was used to taking up the room or marching in with purpose. He was done for quite a while, had nowhere else to be, and so... what now? He wasn't sure he could actually relate to anybody.]

[nevercomefirst]

[Parties! Parties are very, very old for Chris. As far back as he can think, he's been joining human's for their gatherings, big and small. Love is a thing to be celebrated, after all, there was no shortage of events that a Fae of his specialty could attend and feed off the revelry and debauchery at hand.

He's somehow both the most obvious and entrancing person in the room and also difficult to... fully comprehend. He radiates passion and allure like nobody else, but it's almost blinding, like looking too long at the center of a roaring fire. He moves as if not touching the ground, so smooth he may as well be skating on air, dancing between those in attendance. He stops, speaks, gets a group laughing then moves on, leaving them swooning.

Eventually, Reigen can't help but lose track of him. It's like he can just disappear, but how? When Reigen's most absorbed in squinting across the crowd, Chris sneaks up behind him. Long arms stretch around his hip and Chris is beside him, casually close, fingers hanging loosely in the low curve of the smaller man's back. He leans in close, whispering gentle yet deviously]

Looking for me?

[saltsplash]

[Reigen jolts in surprise, letting out a startled yelp. He quickly glances over and-- wow, this man is just radiant. And his hand is on Reigen's lower back. And he's whispering and it's super... sexy??? And suddenly Reigen's swallowing hard, not sure why he of all people is being focused on.]

Err, well, it's only natural for your eyes to try and land on the most handsome person in the room.

[...He was stating that bluntly but it came out kind of flirty, good job, Reigen.]

[nevercomefirst]

Is that a fact? No wonder I keep spotting you spotting me. [he's nothing if not smooth, complimenting them both in one fell swoop, while still purring out softly between them. There's something extra intriguing about speaking quiet and low in a crowded space, keeping others out of the conversation. A little secret between them, even if so many others are about.]

[saltsplash]

[He laughs a little surprisedly and awkwardly - he'd never. Actually been complimented like that before?? Sure, some women seemed to swoon, but anyone swoons at a mildly attractive guy that saves them from scary ghosts.]

Oh, well, guess so!

[He's really flattered, though, and he likes where this is going. He clears his throat to compose himself.]

Ahem-- I mean, of course it is. I'm Reigen Arataka, by the way.

[nevercomefirst]

[While most Fae preferred to keep their first names secret, only allowing their second to float out in the human consciousness, Chris was different. He preferred the myths being of Christophe and to keep Giacometti to himself, the secret name that if he gave away would only be to share his powers with another.]

I'm Christophe, but Chris is also pleasing to me.

[saltsplash]

Christophe! An elegant name for an elegant man. My first name is Arataka, but if we're going by nicknames, Taka should work just fine.

[Reigen can't help but loosen up and fall into his comfort zone! Which is flattering himself and other people.]

[nevercomefirst]

Taka, how cute. What brought you to the party? You don't seem as keen on bloodsucking as these others. That's just how merchants are, I suppose. [Chris is still close, casually draping his arm around Reigen's waist, hand on the opposite hip, occasionally dancing his fingers across like keys on a piano]