Reigen gracelessly fell onto his back with a splat into the mud after the tall whatever it was forcibly released him. If nothing else he didn't fall onto his phone. There was a sour and spoilt smell clinging to him now and Reigen recognized it at once--
'...Booze?'
There was a sniff. Then, there was growling--no, crying--no, blubbering. Reigen wiped at his eyes to finally see what had grabbed him. A towering man with an instrument for a head was trying to feebly reach for him. 'A biwa.' He spared a thought for the traditional music classes he took in middle school. It's face was twisted with inelegant sobbing and when it wiped at it's face it's cries distorted with a harsh twang as it plucked itself.
"A-A nice group of guys...a nice group of guys showed up...!"
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Date: 2024-06-24 03:52 am (UTC)'...Booze?'
There was a sniff. Then, there was growling--no, crying--no, blubbering. Reigen wiped at his eyes to finally see what had grabbed him. A towering man with an instrument for a head was trying to feebly reach for him. 'A biwa.' He spared a thought for the traditional music classes he took in middle school. It's face was twisted with inelegant sobbing and when it wiped at it's face it's cries distorted with a harsh twang as it plucked itself.
"A-A nice group of guys...a nice group of guys showed up...!"