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       “ man, get away from me. ”   honestly.   “ that doesn’t even make sense. why would you exorcise the messenger? besides that’s even what that is! you got everything — ”   no use talking sense into stupid! his hand rose to massage his temple, eyes closing as he surrendered to the fact that this was exactly his life right now.

      “ i’m really about to be vengeful. i should be paid retribution for the mental distress you’re causing me. ”   but no matter that.  “ look. i’m not here to argue with you. have you seen this ghost? ”   using his soul phone, he pulls up the picture of the little girl and presented the image to him.

“Have you ever heard of assassination attempts-- I mean, really!”

Evidently, the two of them were not meant for civil conversation; Reigen’s getting exhausted explaining his side (and it’s quite apparent that the feeling was mutual.) whereas, to him, it’s so easy even a baby could understand! Nonetheless, though, he kept his wits slightly about himself.

It’s not like he had much of a choice, considering that the two of them almost seemed to be from completely different times.

“... Well, don’t say that, knowing full well that I have the tools and means available to banish you but... fine, okay. They probably have therapy in the ghost world or whatever, right? I bet they do.”

He wouldn’t know, personally. It just seemed like the right thing to say. He’s never spent more than five minutes in the client’s chair himself.

“--Ack!”

Without warning, he’s suddenly pulled out more salt (right from his pocket. it’s convenient and deadly.) and -- it’s easy to guess -- sprinkled a little over the phone. With a completely and utterly serious expression, Reigen then folded a hand underneath his chin and examined the image. Lower lip stuck out in a thoughtful pout before he squinted his eyes, nodding slightly all the while.

       “  i don’t know how to tell you this, but that’s not how that works. now, quit throwing that shit at me. ”   dainty hand swats at the human, grimacing at his stupid display of whatever the hell he was doing. why were mortals so … like this? whatever small spiritual gifts one may have they flip it around like it’s some sort of party gimmick. wouldn’t being able to see another plain of existence be more of an eye-opener, a path to enrichment, than this? toshiro groans as antics continued.

       he … definitely preferred that don kanonji guy, if only because his heart seemed to be into more flamboyantly. made for a good show.

      “ what if a spirit was trying to relay a message and you went and scared it off like an idiot? what then? ”   a grunt.    “ who even told you salt has anything to do with it? that’s such a weird … ”    he gestured at nothing.   “ … conclusion. ”

“...”

Reigen’s already since retracted his hand, but he still managed to feel the slight swipe of fingertips at his. It’s more than enough to cause for a slight jump (who wouldn’t when you didn’t expect someone to be so... corporeal?), but it’s almost laughably easy with how swiftly he’s managed to recover from it all the same.

All he did, instead, was slowly lower his fist (he saw that his oh-so addictive enthusiasm simply wasn’t catching on. that’s unfortunate but not at all upsetting.) and stare in modest disbelief. There went a slight quirking up of eyebrow, Reigen tilting his head a little as if to match up with the other’s own disgruntled energy.

“What? What kind of question--”

“--then I exorcised it. That’s what I do.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and gave a sharp cluck of his tongue.

“It always worked on everything else--” (he’s lying.) “--and I am an exorcist, y’know? I know what works and what doesn’t; you’re probably just... I dunno... stuck here?”

Blinking, Reigen stuck an accusatory finger forward and practically jabbed it into other’s personal bubble.

@hyouketsu​ ／ unprompted ／ always accepting.

“Salt. Obviously.”

There’s a hand on his hip with the other gesturing poorly (palm out, fingers loosely pointed towards him, and reigen’s all but claimed the title of “tourist guide”.) towards the scenery around the other. His foot gave a few, handful’s worth of taps -- a sign of impatience but, nonetheless, a show of how willing he was to put up with such... ignorance -- against concrete before his hand’s suddenly snapped away.

Without warning it instantaneously formed itself into a thumbs-down (directed at, specifically, him, of course.) before it immediately changed shape, settling for a clenched fist aimed towards the sky. For extra effect, Reigen had no problems in putting a few... tremors of sheer power into it.

“You said you were a spirit-- I assumed you were haunting me.”

He shrugged. It made complete and total sense to him. It’s a simple thought process, really.

flicks you into a wall

bold of you to assume that cd or the pistols wouldn’t take immediate advantage of that

reigen at any supernatural entity: say sike