“Mmm probably not, I was thinking of using the veggies I have at home to make some sauces to freeze. They last for a while, you know?”
He walked out,side, stretching a little, scratching at his head before he heard the screams, the crashing, and Saitama sighed heavily. There were so many people just not moving and it was going to make his walk home take way, way too long.
Great. He handed his bags to Genos as the weird thing rumbled around the corner. “Hold this,” he said, walking to the monster and glaring up at it.
“Oi,” he said, dull and bored before flicking it, sending viscera flying across the street, painting several civilians sickly green and blue, “you’re holding up traffic.”
The entire predicament was peculiarly domestic. Until the telltale chorus of squeals signified the presence of a mysterious being.
Instinctively, his lips curled into an eldritch grin. In addition, the glistening of crimson hues foretold his nefarious line of thought. The multitude of sensors located at his fingertips could already detect the phantom weight of soon-to-be corpses.
Although, just as he was set to pounce upon unsuspecting prey, various carrier bags were extended towards him.
Initially, Genos was wholly aiming to disregard the instruction before blurred logic saw through fresh blood-lust.
If he had decided to ignore his mentor, that would have been an evident breach of loyalty.
So, with plain reluctance, he gripped onto the items whilst obediently examining the short-lived confrontation. Shortly after the splatter of inhuman blood, he pattered up to the man.
“ That was sensational, Saitama. Though, would you mind if I ‘conversed’ with a number of the witnesses? ”
