Chapter 2: Hunting Season(ing) Part One

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

"Are you okay with this?" Mob sat on a bench with Tome, the head of the Telepathy Club. Mob wasn't part of the Telepathy Club, but he had a good relationship with the members since they shared the room with the Body Improvement Club (which Mob was a part of). So naturally, when Tome aggressively insisted that he help her hunt aliens or telepaths or telepaths that were also aliens, Mob felt like he had no choice to agree.

But unfortunately, despite having four investigative meetings (this one was number five), they had thusfar failed to find anything.

Maybe aliens or telepaths weren't as common as either one of them thought.

"Maybe it'd be better for us to try again later in the year. Maybe aliens visit only during certain seasons." It didn't at all seem implausible to Mob. People always hoped for the weather to be a certain way when they went on vacation. If aliens were even a little like humans, Mob was sure they'd feel the same way when they vacationed on other planets.

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[mp_strikinglyblessed]

'A friend he says.' Did that occult-obsessed middle schooler really count as one? He needed to have another talk with Mob about getting brow-beaten, clearly.

You can come in late tomorrow, but I'm gonna need more notice from you moving forward.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Okay Send.

Mob thought better of it and sent another message.

I'm sorry. I'll make sure to give you more notice going forward. Send.

[mp_strikinglyblessed]

Ugh. What was he even doing, getting this prickly with a 14-year old? Of course they weren’t great planners. He didn’t need Mob beating himself up until the point he walked in tomorrow either. Reigen downed the rest of his tepid drink, blamed his burgeoning hangover, and picked up his phone again.

It’s fine. The work picks up in unpredictable ways when it gets warmer, that’s all. You’ve been pretty busy over here helping with the repairs so take a little time to decompress with your good pal. I’ll see you tomorrow.

[spiritsandsuchtrainee]

Okay, thanks.

Good night.

Mob flopped backwards onto his futon and thought what it might be like if Teru really did help him to get together with Tsubomi. It'd be really great. He'd get to walk her home after school and maybe eventually they'd get to hold hands. And after that...

Mob's face went red and he flipped over to bury it in his pillow. He felt really excited about tomorrow, but anxious, too.

But he was sure it'd be alright.

Right?