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.

Comments

[iomnic]

Yes, the sarcastic "we." You are much too heavy. Lighten up.

[heroforhobby]

YOU lighten up.

[The adult response, but he still turns to him with a bit of a smile.]

Let's find the door in.

[iomnic]

[ Zenyatta nods in assent, and begins to float around the outside of the building, looking for a door. Not that he cares about it too much, so he's not really in a huge rush. In fact, he gets distracted a little by the trees nearby, and finds himself spacing out. ]

[heroforhobby]

[Saitama finds the door eventually. Finds it open, so awesome, this obviously means the eggs are free to all go consume. He waits for Zenyatta to show up, since surely he would eventually float around to this side.

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??]

[iomnic]

[ Yes, yes it is mistletoe. Ironic, considering that's how this started. ]

Oh, Saitama-

[ Too late, they're both caught in it now. ]

I... was intending to warn you. I am too late.

[heroforhobby]

[Linefaces at him hard.]

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?

[iomnic]

Green.

[ Yeah, he's still kind of drunk. Hence why he's not denying it. ]

[heroforhobby]

[He actually stops to go through his memory of which color correlated to what action--until he remembered all of them were the same color.]

Dude. All of them are green.

[iomnic]

...

[ A moment to think. And then: ]

Oh, so they are! Ah ha ha hah...

[ He is 100% unhelpful. ]

[heroforhobby]

Okay, which one is it? Do I get to hit you again?

[He sounds a little too eager this time around. A real smack may be in Zenyatta's future]