let's get you off that pedestal - it's warmer down here
He’s clearly exhausted, and his clothes are ill-fitting and draped over his skeletal frame, but otherwise, he seems innocuous and kind. He’s been unfailingly polite despite his obvious desperation and didn’t flinch when Reigen explained the pricing system.
If it weren’t for the fact he was claiming to be a wizard being haunted by his (also a wizard) arch-nemesis, Reigen would’ve given the kid a discount. That’s how much he feels for him. He’s clearly got some shit to work through, what with the way he keeps jumping at every sound outside.
“Mr. Potter,” Reigen says carefully. “Let me make sure I have this straight.”
“You - a wizard - were involved in a prophecy. Dangerous things, prophecies are,” he adds conspiratorially.
Awkwardly, Potter says, “I’ve only ever known the one, so I can’t say much. But it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.”
17 Mar 2019
“The office is… really clean,” He says, a remarkable amount of judgment underneath his bland tone.
“It’s not like the office was that bad before!” Reigen protests, having thought the same thing earlier. “Sure, there was maybe a little bit of grime - but I wouldn’t expose our customers to filth. It’s bad for business, after all.”
Mob tilts his head. “It is really clean, though.”
After a heavy pause to recover from the blow, Reigen says, reluctantly, “It really is. Potter’s responsible for it. He’ll be staying with me for the foreseeable future.”
Mob’s eyes go starry. “Mr. Potter? From yesterday?”
Reigen doesn’t know how he feels about a look that used to be only for him being directed towards the skinny bit-of-nothing that didn’t know how to Google an address. He nods anyway.
27 Apr 2019
Upon a closer inspection, Reigen notices that Harry’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday. He did, at least, clean himself up, but that’s definitely the same red t-shirt and jeans he wore the day before. No more mud or garden-debris - but he does have some tears in his jeans that weren’t there yesterday.
“You’re looking pretty rough,” Reigen says bluntly. “What else did you do?”
Harry winces. “I might have gone back to Mariko’s neighborhood to investigate. Just for a little bit.”
He scrubs a hand across his face and sighs. He sighs a lot more with Harry than he ever did with Mob, he’d like to note. “I’m not paying you overtime for being a moron, just so you know.”
Harry, visibly unbothered, says, “That’s fair.”