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Mob was grimacing and gesturing at Tome to stop yelling, but she realized her mistake too late as the stranger in the office jumped out of his chair in surprise.

Serizawa smiled ruefully at Tome, then turned his attention back to the startled client whose cursed plushie he had just exorcised. "Sorry about that! She's my, uh, niece... so, 5000 yen?"

"You have to come, Mob!!!" Tome whispered to Mob as Serizawa ushered the client out. "This movie is the ultimate cult classic!!! Everyone says it's best experienced in a rowdy theater full of nerds! Who knows when we'll get a chance like this again??"

"Uh, Tome..." Serizawa returned to his desk and fixed the picture frame the client had accidentally knocked over. "It sounds fun, but... isn't it a school night? You should be responsible with your schoolwork..."

"I don't have any homework today!" Tome shot back. (It was half true... she didn't have any homework due tomorrow at least.) "And I bet Mob doesn't either!"

Mob nodded. "She's right, I don't."

"But that's not all," said Serizawa. "You also need to get a good night's sleep before school, and..." Tome tuned him out and sat down at her and Mob's shared desk, huffing. She gave Mob a Look that meant "we'll discuss this after work" and hoped he would understand what she meant.

---

"So there's something else," said Tome once she and Mob were a full block away from the office after closing. "We have to go with an adult to supervise us, it's the theater's policy or whatever. I was going to ask Mr. Serizawa, but apparently he's too 'responsible', and no way are we asking Mr. Reigen..." She took a deep breath. "I know you don't like breaking the rules, but we're gonna have to sneak in. We could maybe pass for adults with different clothes, I can-"

"Tome." Mob's voice cut through Tome's chatter. "I want to go. But we don't need to sneak in." He smiled. "I know someone who could take us."

---

"I still can't believe you never mentioned this," grumbled Tome.

"It never came up," responded Mob.

A seven-foot-tall, muscly green figure walked next to them, wearing a poorly fitting T-shirt and sweatpants bought from a nearby thrift store. Perched on top of his head was a wig of curly hair.

"Really, I'm more surprised that Dimple agreed to this," said Mob. "He usually doesn't like being asked favors..."

"Are you kidding?" Dimple waved a giant hand flippantly in the air, in a way that he would never admit was influenced by Reigen. "I'd never get in the way of you breaking the rules, Shigeo."

Officially, Mob and Tome were on a job with Reigen and Serizawa. Dimple had called Mob's parents from Tome's phone and done an impressive impersonation of Reigen to explain the situation. Tome's parents only needed a text. She was going to make a great adult one day; she was already living the carefree young adult life.

They approached the run-down theater. Most of the attendees were already inside, so they walked right up to the ticket booth and Dimple slapped the 3000 yen Mob and Tome had given him onto the counter. "Three for the zombies," he said casually.

The attendant looked at Dimple for about one second before deciding that he wasn't paid enough to ask questions. "Go ahead. Concessions on the left, no outside food or drink."

Tome skipped into the theater, dragging Mob alongside her. "Kids, right?" Dimple cracked at the attendant, who was pointedly not making eye contact.

---

Two hours later, the group staggered out of the theater, surrounded by teens and young adults hopped up on soda. Tome's eyelids were drooping, and Mob was clutching his stomach. "Why... did I eat... so much... popcorn..." he groaned.

Meanwhile, Dimple was as energetic as ever. "You were right, Tome," he exclaimed, clapping a hand each onto the kids' shoulders. "That was an unforgettable experience."

"Haha, just wait... the sequel is even..." Tome trailed off and slumped onto Dimple's shoulder.

He shook her gently. "Kid, wake up. We gotta get you home."

Mob gave him a Look that Dimple understood perfectly. He rolled his eyes and lifted the sleeping Tome onto his back. "You guys will be the death of me, I swear," he complained.

"But you're already-"

[ID: Digital artwork of Dimple, Mob and Reigen from the torso-up in a polaroid collage-style. There are 5 polaroid pictures compiled on top of each other. The one at the center is colored while the rest of the pictures are at the back in grayscale. The pictures in grayscale appear to be artworks from previous entries of "Ekubo Week".

The picture at the center is as follows: The scene is filled with warm shades of purple, pink and a light orange. Dimple, Reigen and Mob are huddled close to each other, in peaceful sleep. Dimple is at the bottom-center of the picture, producing a soft warm glow that extends onto Reigen and Mob. Dimple's eyes are closed and he is resting comfortably in Mob's arms, who has one arm curved beneath the spirit's form, and one hand on top of him.

Mob and Reigen are both soundly asleep, with matching tousled heads, and drools on both their cheeks. Mob is in his striped blue-and-white pajamas, facing 3/4s to the left. He is leaning into Reigen's chest, while his head rests on Reigen's outstretched arm.

Reigen is in his grey pajamas. He has his chin on top of Mob's head. His free-arm settles beneath Dimple, one hand--partially covered by his faded blanket--over Mob's elbow.

A hint of sunlight, from a window out of frame, fills the upper portion of the picture, illuminating the top of Reigen's head and his outstretched hand.

Grayscale picture on the top-left: Dimple-possessing Mob and grinning wildly.

Grayscale picture on the top-right: Dimple in his full-form sipping a still-hot drink from a small mug. Mob sits below him looking entranced with what Reigen appear to be showing him. Reigen's obscured by the image at the center.

Grayscale picture on the bottom-left: Mob and Reigen drawn from behind. Reigen looks battered, his hair in disarray. But he has an arm around Mob, hand resting on Mob's shoulder.