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Reigen can feel sweat pricking the back of his neck. The horror of the situation finally setting in, this boy not only was the same one who had saved him before, but is in need of critical help. “What's your name?” He says shakily, “Lets start there, yea?”
He still doesn’t get a reply. But the boy isn’t heaving so hard now, eyes darting around and taking in his surroundings. Or more likely trying to figure out an escape plan, if Reigen had to guess. He decides to keep talking, to try to fill up the empty air and ease the tension if he can. And if he’s lucky, maybe eventually get some answers out of the small kid.
“No?” he says after a pause, “That’s okay, we’ll get there. I’m Reigen,” He gestures to himself and to the space around him weakly, “And I live here. But I take it you know that already.”
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The word had spread fast- The man to go to on your birthday was none other than the great Reigen Arataka.
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The black haired boy carefully steps around their mess on the floor to grab his futon and roll it out methodically, fluffing the corners and straightening to turn back to Teru. “Want me to massage it for you?”
Teru blanches. Heat rises to burn his cheeks a deep red. “Huh?” He sputters.
“I can massage it for you, if you want.” Shigeo repeats, cocking his head a little. “I’ve seen Shishou do plenty of them at the office. I don’t think I’ll be very good but I can give it a try. We don’t have to, though.” He looks a little unsure of himself then, looking down at his hands as he rings them together.
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aka Terus back hurt and Mob tries one of reigens skills :)
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“But where am I going to go?” Teru whispers back brokenly, reaching a hand up to wipe at his face again, his cheeks a harsh red color. Reigen sighs, sparing his apartment a quick glance and cringing at the messy state it's in before jumping in anyways.
“You’re going to stay here. With me. At least until we figure this out.” He decides firmly, telling himself at the same time he’s telling the boy. Teru clearly trusts him enough to come to him for help, and he is going to deliver.
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As far as Reki could tell, the blue haired man didn’t have any tattoos on his arms. In fact, he looked almost shockingly bare of any tattoos or piercings, except for a small lip ring that graced his bottom lip that he’d just noticed. Reki tried not to think about it too much, just because he was a tattoo artist didn’t mean he needed to have tattoos covering his entire body, right?
Before moving to the chair, he smiled awkwardly and held a hand out to the artist, who shook his hand simply and gave him a small smile back. Reki liked his smile, it suited him well and was so seemingly gentle. His hand felt nice and soft in Reki’s palm, which probably felt weird against Reki’s own, heavily calloused hand.
“So, what are you looking to have done?” He asked before pulling his hand away and combing his fingers through his hair, pulling his long blue locks into a quick ponytail and keeping his eyes on Reki the entire time.
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AKA a tattoo artist no one asked for where langa is the tattoo artist and reki is getting a new piece done
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Sokka and Zuko's journey with touch over the course of Sokka's first year as the Ambassador.