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[thatpunch-blog]

“are you serious? there’s nothing here to fight?” well that was surprisingly saddening to hear, oh well, maybe he could do some chores around the city to keep himself busy. spotting someone nearby he walked up to them, gloved fingers gently tapping his shoulder.

“excuse me-- uh, do you know if this city has any like-- request system? i wanna keep myself busy in the mean time and i guess there’s nothing around here to fight sooo..” that probably sounds really weird out of context, ofcourse noone’s gonna know you’re a hero saitama but you’re just the blunt kind’ve guy. “oh-- sorry, uh, i didn’t interrupt you from something, did i?”

[thatpunch-blog]

“oh, sorry to bother you, uh. this might sound strange, like, really strange.”

he was flexing and twitching his fingers, tapping them together with a look of pure nerves. god he was about to explode if he couldn’t find them.

“you see-- i lost my puppy, he’s kinda.. like a small yorkshire poodle mix, or better yet a husky, he’s black and has red eyes-- listen please help me ill like take you out to dinner or whatever reward kids want these days. i promise he’s a good boy, he doesn’t bite.”