#futsuma

[youngesper-a]

Chest heaving, his shoulders slump in relief as the lingering spirit finally - at last - dissipated in a plume of colorful wisps. 

He hates the fact his knees and palms are scraped, that he feels winded just from exorcising two meager nuisances━ but it’s HARD. His brother had so readily put his faith in him to take over his job for a day, and Hanazawa was absent, leaving him on his own.

Stupidly, he thought he could manage, even made a show of it back at the office.

Throwing people around was something he could do without breaking a sweat, but he wasn’t nearly as in tune with the spiritual side. Even after getting physic powers, he was disappointing.

     Shame prickles at his nape and Ritsu doesn’t turn to his boss-for-the-day even though he knows Shigeo will want to know how he fared; truthfully, Ritsu doesn’t want to know. ❝ Are we done now, Reigen-san ? I have to be home for dinner soon. ❞

@futsuma ♥‘d

[eludum-a]

--> @futsuma

there’s a knock at his door.

when he answers it, a girl he’s likely never seen before in his life (unless he follows competitive gaming, of course) is standing there before him, bowing politely, a box in her hands.

“i, um...” she straightens up. “...your assistant ( @youngesper )... helped me out, the other day. can you... pass this on to him, as thanks?”

[sappines]

@futsuma / plotted starter!

❝Um, e-- excuse me?❞ Peeking further into the office, Kazue shyly rounds the corner to find a man sitting at the desk, lazily looking over something on his computer. Though she hadn’t done anything yet, she felt a twinge of guilt for intruding without calling ahead or giving him any form of warning -- but in her defense, this wasn’t pre-planned! It was entirely an impulse decision, or so she wants to tell herself. 

❝You’re... Reigen-san, right? Ah-- w... would you be willing to hear me out? Er, about a possible job, I mean. If it isn’t too much trouble...❞

[master-of-za-warudo]

"We don't run a dating service."

“Well, what are you running then? An scam to part gullible, superstitious fools from their money?  Because if you were really psychic, you would have known that DIO was coming for you and the reason why…”

[plantesper]

"Hey, could you please do something about this?" He places a dying tomato plant on the counter and then rubs the back of his neck, frowning slightly. "I take care of it, but it just won't grow."

@futsumai’m sorry in advance

they eye the tomato plant expressionlessly for a moment before dragging their gaze upward to the customer’s face. “clearly you’re not taking good care of it.” no. wrong. that was rude, and minegishi’s expression grits slightly as they reprimand themself. (they don’t apologize, though; instead they just work on changing the topic back to the issue at hand.) they’re trying to do better. really.

their fingers play gently across the edge of one of the leaves. “the pot’s too small. tomato plants grow quickly and need a lot of space for the roots.” they could solve this easily with their psychic ability, but unless asked… minegishi will give actual help rather than solve the problem themself (although that doesn’t stop them from using the touch to urge the plant to do better going forward). “also some mulch, to hold in moisture.”

[youngesper-a]

this sounds like a nightmare. ”

For once, Ritsu could agree.     

      ❝ Reigen-san, ❞ He began tersely, staying clear of the prone form sprawled out on the floor. They dropped as soon as they were done screaming their tale of ghosts and possessions, visibly drooling. ❝ Are these the types of clients you entertain daily ? ❞

... His brother should really take that magician career into account. Anything was better than this.

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