Continuation of Futuro thread...

[heroforhobby]

Whole thread. . Under the cut Zenyatta's last reply.


[ He orders his oil, and yeah, it looks about as appealing as oil... does. Slimy, thick, brownish black goop. It also comes with a bright pink straw. He still observes Saitama, taking a small sip through his very small mouth port. His model style originally did need to consume oil to exercise certain higher leveled tasks, and so the processing units for the liquid are still in him... But with time, as it became unnecessary, mouth ports became smaller. Much harder to drink from. Straws help. ]

It is ... nice.

[ Something's bugging Saitama. Zenyatta knows, it isn't regret ovr his rude behavior. ]

... The Iris is not... exclusive. I believe you will find you are as welcome within the Iris as so many others.

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[heroforhobby]

[What is this guy even? He stares at him for a moment, then turns back to his drink, shaking his head as if saying there was nothing to be done about Zenyatta.]

Okay, deal, we're even.

[iomnic]

[ And now, a time skip after twenty minutes or so of drinking- ]

And the sunset was so beautiful, in Nepal.

[ The mood is definitely lightened a bit, and Zenyatta is cheerful and definitely a little tipsy from his oil. His speech is affected, with unusual emphasis on various parts of words, and he even stutters a bit sometimes. ]

[heroforhobby]

[Saitama feels like he isn't quite as drunk as Zenyatta, but he's definitely a lot more gregarious, smiling and chuckling more than normal. In fact, he now laughs openly at Zenyatta talking about a sunset.]

You sure about that, dude?

[iomnic]

So sure, so v-v-very sure...

[ Zenyatta continues, leaning heavily on his hand to keep himself propped upright. ]

I think you would like it there. It is. Very mountainous. You could jump across them.

[heroforhobby]

I prefer walkin'!

[His chuckles turn into a drunken hum of contemplation.]

But I've never heard'of a Nepal, so it don't matter much, I guess.

[iomnic]

It is so lovely. Although the cold bothers my joints. S-s-sometimes. I will oversleep, if it is too cold out.

[ After a moment of "thought-" ]

Let us go outside.

[heroforhobby]

Huh? Why?

[Then, an epiphany:]

Have we been in Nepal this whole time??

[iomnic]

No, no.

But it is cold outside. There is snow. I am feeling nostalgic. Come on.

[ And he slides out of his seat, shuffling his feet a little along the floor, before eventually beginning to hover. ]

[heroforhobby]

Ah.

[Spinning around in his seat, he bounces out of it like a child and stumbles forward after Zenyatta, almost falling flat on his face before catching himself and scrambling back upright. This little mess up at least helped him catch up with Zenyatta, and he falls into step beside him.]

If ya freeze up or fall asleep out there and I gotta carry you back in ya owe me.

[iomnic]

I will not freeze up.

[ But fall asleep, maybe. ]

Yes, I will owe you. I believe I can pay you back in "allowing you to carry me." Some might consider it an honor.

[heroforhobby]

Huuh? You'll pay back me carrying you by having me carry you??

[That is some confusing logic, even to someone more sober than him.]

[iomnic]

Yes.

[ He says with a laugh, and he continues to giggle even more as they finally reach outside. Yeah, it's cold, but there's a coat right nearby in the snow that Zenyatta puts on immediately. ]

[heroforhobby]

[A very long, silent pause as he attempts to process this. He doesn't even notice Zenyatta putting on some mystery coat that was laying around for whatever reason.]

No, that's a shitty pay back! [He loudly complains, following wherever Zenyatta leads him. A dumb idea, really.] I want a candy bar.

[iomnic]

[ He's still laughing, because he's not made LESS giggly by drinking, certainly. ]

Fine, a candy bar. Chocolate?

[heroforhobby]

With caramel.

[He adds, upping the value of this theoretical candy bar.]

[iomnic]

Highrolling, I see. Fine, you drive a v-very hard bargain. I suppose I will have to ensure. I do not need to be carried...

[heroforhobby]

I'll have to hope you hafta be carried then. [So there.

He shivers as the cold finally sets in on him, and he looks around.]

Where're you taking me, anyway? It's getting cold.

[Like it just suddenly got cold...]

[iomnic]

Up this hill. To look out from it is beautiful. Also, I know you can handle a little cold.

[heroforhobby]

You don't know nothing about me and temperature.

[Huff. But he doesn't insist to go back, because he's right, he can handle the cold. It's just very annoying. He continues to look pouty about it, until he happens to glance over at Zenyatta and practically jumps back in shock.]

Where'd that coat come from??

[iomnic]

Oh, it was left there by the cats. They had m-made scarves and hats and gloves, as well, sss-scattered around outside. Perhaps we'll find you a nice hat along the way.

[ Almost at the top of the hill now... ]

[heroforhobby]

Cats? What kinda cats make scarves? [As he plots along up the hill he reaches up and rubs his poor bald head.] A hat would be cool, though... [Pun maybe intended.]

[iomnic]

Magic cats who talk, I would think.

[ Seriously, the talking magic cats making scarves is where the suspension of belief happens? As they continue to travel, in the snow ahead lays a scarf. Sorry, not a hat. ]

Well, it is better than nothing, yes?

[heroforhobby]

[Yes. He's fought and seen all sorts of things, but knitting cats is weird, don't judge him.]

...I'd like to meet them...

[Maybe sentient cats wouldn't hate him and he could pet them...

They stop at the scarf for the moment, and he frowns at it for not being a hat.]

Yeah, ok.

[He picks it up anyway and gives it a violent shake to get snow off it before wrapping it clumsily, messily around his neck.]

Howzzat?

[iomnic]

[ Why do you think talking cats means they still wouldn't hate him, Saitama you really don't know how cats work. ]

You are...

[ Normally, he's not one to fuss over how people wear their clothes, but he takes a moment to adjust Saitama's scarf so it's a little less sloppily put on. The way he had it before wouldn't have been very warm. ]

...Better, now.

[heroforhobby]

[Being able to pet a cat without it going violent on him is his one pure dream, don't ruin it for him.

He lets Zenyatta fix his scarf, only his eyebrows lifting. Normally, he would bat him away making a comment about personal bubbles, but the screwdrivers are making him more lenient. Or he's okay with Zenyatta getting in it now for this purpose, especially now that his chin is all warm and cozy.]

Thanks.

[He shoots him a thumb's up and turns to continue up the hill.]