Reigen turned to sigh heavily and hide his expression. "They were here before I got here." And he had gotten here pretty damn early. "Said they heard that we, ahem, had fallen on hard times with our business and our furnishings so they rallied together to donate and ease our burdens."

Like a legless game chair.

Or a folding mat with faded crayon marks on the bottom.

Or vintage early 20th century rosewood etagere which was...actually pretty cool and he couldn't wait to decorate it with knick-knacks.

But that was all besides the point! Being pitied by a middle schooler was bad enough. Being pitied by a gang of middle schoolers twice your size was so much worse. 'Goddamnit, Mob. You made it sound like we're a charity case over here.'

"Well...I got a job of utmost importance for you, Mob."