Saitama (
heroforhobby) wrote2017-01-08 06:28 pm
Continuation of Futuro thread...
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.
[ 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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[ Babies. ]
And I have been bald since I was made.
...Is it that much of a worry for you?
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[Out of all the conversations they've had this night, this is the subject that makes him sound annoyed. And thus like a petty jerk.]
...who's bald and younger than me?
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[ Yeah, he's decidedly not going to get upset if Saitama gets petty. ]
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I suppose you are right- as an omnic, I do not understand why this would upset you so much. I would think the very same of you with, or without hair.
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[He stops glaring at you, but he shakes his head as he looks ahead as if thinking "get a load of this guy".]
Since you met me with hair already.
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[Scratches deep into his ear then wipes it off on the scarf because it's not his so it's okay.]
You probably just forgot.
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He notices they're getting closer to the lights he was heading toward, and recognizes it as the new little area that had been recently built. He had checked it out earlier, it had eggs, but that was all he knew about it. He heads towards it with more purpose, a slight grin still on his face.]
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Where is it we are going?
[ Since Saitama seems to know, and he certainly does not. ]
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I dunno, I saw it earlier! It had eggs in it, though, so I'm hoping we can eat 'em.
[He wasn't around for the whole squidge thing, and since he never checks any records or reads anything not comics, he doesn't know the eggs in there weren't nice, big chicken eggs.]
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[ The happy attitude is decidedly a better outcome than anything else, and so Zenyatta tries to keep up... kinda. He goes from "leisurely stroll" to "casual walk" pace.
It's only once he sees the egg he's going to realize that they are Not For Eating. ]
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[He stops at a clear window to try to peer in for the eggs. It was a really weird space to be holding them in, chickens usually don't live in deserts or jungle, but whatever.]
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[ He meant it much more literally. ]
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Oh, a sarcastic "we", I see.
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[The adult response, but he still turns to him with a bit of a smile.]
Let's find the door in.
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He waits. And waits. Waits.
Then runs off to find him. Rounding a corner, there were the familiar blue lights from his head as he just...stared...at a tree?
He walks up beside him and squint up at it, looking for a squirrel or--shit, wait, it wasn't a mistletoe, was it??]
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Oh, Saitama-
[ Too late, they're both caught in it now. ]
I... was intending to warn you. I am too late.
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You're still kinda drunk, ain't ya.
[It would explain him just staring at it like that. He sighs and puts hands on hips, looking for the mistletoe he hasn't spotted just yet, resigned to this fate yet again.]
Well, what kind is it?
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[ Yeah, he's still kind of drunk. Hence why he's not denying it. ]
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