The first thing that greeted Mob when he lifted the lid was a joyful frog shaped from rice. A thin strip of seaweed stretched across it's face in a broad smile and bright salmon roe delightfully dotted it's round cheeks. It's small hands were gathered over small slices of picked cucumber carved like a lily pad. It sat on neatly arranged food of all different kinds - smoked fish over an omelette, savory mushrooms, and even a kiwi sando neatly tucked away in it's own compartment.
In short, not the cheap bentos he regularly went for as a man on the go.
Reigen's eyes looked between it and Mob's face as he opened his own and suddenly he was second guessing himself. Did Mob still like this kind of stuff? When he was little he had a frog umbrella he carried with him everywhere in Spring. Funnily, he didn't even use it for it's intended purpose, electing to protect it with a psychic barrier...
"Hey, it's appropriate, right? We're over the marsh right now and all."
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Date: 2023-09-16 05:35 am (UTC)In short, not the cheap bentos he regularly went for as a man on the go.
Reigen's eyes looked between it and Mob's face as he opened his own and suddenly he was second guessing himself. Did Mob still like this kind of stuff? When he was little he had a frog umbrella he carried with him everywhere in Spring. Funnily, he didn't even use it for it's intended purpose, electing to protect it with a psychic barrier...
"Hey, it's appropriate, right? We're over the marsh right now and all."