Mob hadn't intended to stay so late at the Body Improvement Club, but he had completely forgotten that he promised to help Master Reigen on a job. Now, instead of running laps with his fellow team members, he was running to the train station.
Panting, Mob managed to pull his phone from his pocket while he continued staggering ahead at (his) full speed. He was really, really tired and he wasn't feeling good at all... did he push himself too much at practice?
He flipped his phone open. He knew who it was even before Reigen opened his mouth.
"Yes, I'm almost there, Master. Sorry," he managed between pants. "Maybe..." He surveyed his surroundings and mentally tabulated his current rate of speed -- something that too much longer than it usually did. "...two or three minutes away."
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Date: 2023-08-14 04:47 am (UTC)Panting, Mob managed to pull his phone from his pocket while he continued staggering ahead at (his) full speed. He was really, really tired and he wasn't feeling good at all... did he push himself too much at practice?
He flipped his phone open. He knew who it was even before Reigen opened his mouth.
"Yes, I'm almost there, Master. Sorry," he managed between pants. "Maybe..." He surveyed his surroundings and mentally tabulated his current rate of speed -- something that too much longer than it usually did. "...two or three minutes away."