A/N: This is just a fluffy transition chapter. Save me.

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For Mob, it only took once.

When he was upset, and the spoon with the pudding bent to an angle:

"Don't do that, darling."

When he was happy, and the pillows began to float:

"Dear, I need those."

When he made the neighbor girl cry by levitating a worm near her face:

"Don't scare other children."

Reigen did not know anything about Mob's real parents or his past life, but he did notice whenever the spoon would quirk in the middle and the applesauce slide down his shirt that Mob would shut even further into himself, like he had done a great wrong. And if little orbs of water danced around him at bath time, he would look ashamed and try to cover it up. He thought it best to internalize everything.

Reigen wanted to help Mob's confidence, he really did, but he could not think of any other way to do it, and, well:

"I'm a psychic too! I can do all the things you do!"

At least he started with good intentions.

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"'Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I-I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'"

Mob's eyes dazzled at the image of the long, green Caterpillar lounging on the toadstool and smoking a hookah. He pointed expectantly to the Alice poised before the mushroom.

"You should be Alice for Halloween."

Reigen laughed at the notion, but he realized Mob was serious. His mother (who never got rid of anything, bless her) had found the waistcoat Reigen had worn when her sister had to have that big formal reception at her wedding many years ago, and Mob at once wanted to use it for a White Rabbit costume. Reigen then got him the ears, and the tail, and the (plastic) pocket watch, not thinking about a costume for himself at all. He was a grown man, after all.

The fact that Mob would not plead somehow made it harder to say no. He would just accept it with a placid 'Okay' and never mention it again, for once was the beginning and the end to him. He wasn't known to linger on much of anything.

Mob watched Reigen start to sweat as he conflicted over the validity of his pride and significance of Mob's request. He settled it in a rather pitiful (and very dad-like) way:

"I'll think about it."

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"Aren't you cute!"

Mob cared more about the bite-size chocolates the woman rained into his treat bag. He came for candy, not for compliments, although his White Rabbit getup was quite adorable. Mob peeked into his bag to see the new goodies and nodded his satisfaction.

"Thank you."

He retook Reigen's hand and was ready to visit the next house offering candy. The woman giggled, and she called out after them something that made Reigen jolt.

"Tell your Mom she looks cute too!"

Damnit.

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Mob liked the graveyard. Not in the way Reigen did when he was younger necessarily, but in his own unique, Mob way. He liked the people there.

His favorite was Tome-san.

She recognized Mob when he made his first official trip to the graveyard. She was chic, for someone who had been dead for almost a decade, with a spunky and outlandish personality that reminded Mob a little of her grandson. She was also quite proud of her part in raising him, and told Mob that she was the one who scolded him when he pulled on girl's hair.

"And Arataka would say: 'But Grandma, why can't I?'," she reminisced with a smile. "And I would say: 'Because boys who hurt girls are the biggest losers in the world.' That's because neither party can win. The boy will be seen as disgraceful either way, and the girl will reinforce her supposed weakness if she takes it or be seen as brutish if she strikes back."

She always came to greet Mob when he visited, and that made him realize how barren the graveyard seemed.

"Most here sleep deep," Tome-san informed Mob of the ways of the graveyard early on. "A graveyard is for rest. Others have moved on, to wherever is past life."

Mob stared at the characters engraved into her headstone. "Why haven't you moved on, Tome-san?"

"I suppose it would be about time," she replied wistfully. "Join my husband and all that. My intention was to wait until Arataka grew up, but…"

She grinned and gave a playful wink.

"Now, there's you."

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"A 'consultation office'?"

"Yes!" Reigen confirmed while clacking away on his laptop. "I've decided I want to help people with my psychic powers."

Actually, Reigen had a fight with his boss over something Shinra did, been fired (and when he knew Reigen had a dependent! The nerve!), and had no luck at the job office for over a week, but Mob didn't need to know that. He was going solo, and that was that!

"Not every spirit is a kind one," Reigen continued. "Some plague people's dreams, or rattle their piping, or even mix a red sock in with their white laundry! Won't it feel nice to finally start helping people?"

Mob didn't reply. He didn't know.

"And we can do it right from home!" Reigen tossed out his arm. "We just need to fix up the bookkeeping office a little."

Ah.

"Now, help me pick out which sign looks best…"

"Okay."

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A/N: Reigen's first adventure trying to dress like a woman. Be proud.

Bonus: If you want to see the bois in their costumes you can check my tumblr ( thejapanesemapletree) under the 'fic: a risk of going through a doorway is that it may be locked shut behind you' tag!