But… isn’t this Osomatsu? Reigen distantly remembers the young man in red hoodie from not too long prior, and he’s… he’s almost sure that the person standing before him is the same…
Reigen is sitting at a booth in one of the fast food joints scattered across the city he’s taken quite the liking to— large fries, a double burger, a medium diet coke in a wave-hand attempt to make up for the rest; he likes it here, a little, perhaps it was no MobDonald’s but it works alright on its own. Besides— it’s not every day he gets to splurge himself like this. Reigen is a grateful man.
But he’s unsure of the man who stands before him— is it the ‘-matsu’ kid? From before? He’d just called out to one of the workers through a mouthful of buns and onion and meat, asking for a refill since it’s apparently what they do, here. And when they’d come over, taken his drink, this kid comes over, and asks for an ‘Osomatsu-niisan’.
But— he doesn’t look like him, not completely. Perhaps there was a thing, with him wearing blue, but his expression seems more intense, his eyebrows a little more prominent, and Reigen tilts his head at him, almost curiously. Twins, perhaps?
“Well…” He chews around his burger, then downs it with a loud gulp of his soda— which they had just come to him with, conveniently, at that moment— and sets it down with an almost finalizing tap. “Sorry, but this ‘Osomatsu’ guy isn’t here. Haven’t exactly seen him, either. Were you looking for him? A twin brother of yours?”
