' ... do you remember anything from last night ? '
an outreach of elegant fingers retrieves scattered GARMENTS from the floor , relieving their crime scene of ( the previous night’s ) bedroom mayhem if only by his share . it went without saying genos had already long since composed himself into a perfect state of redress & the ninja considers his stalwart frame from both a mental & physical distance . leaning back on his elbow atop the futon , the compromised assembly of his thoughts eddying around until they stilled with quiet resignation : confessions uttered carelessly during the crescendo of passion nevertheless retained their semblance of truth . ❛ . . . you’re talking about the words i let slip , right ? as much as i’d pay to FORGET , i do . ❜
when piercing eyes flit up to meet the other’s , their wintry silver was subtly smelted into something WARMER by a hidden , near undetectable degree ( he would never credit the emotion his gaze belies ) . ❛ back then , i meant what i said . i’m loathe to admit it in the face of a hero , saitama’s disciple NO LESS , but you’ve become SOMEBODY to me . & while there are things i hate about you , i’ve found that i don’t hate YOU precisely , so . . . ❜ no sooner does the ninja speak his mind before his admission is accompanied by a sudden energetic illusion of preoccupancy : showing UNUSUAL concern for remedying the affront of partial nudity ( not that he had ever been the type to care ) . fitting his head through the neck of a shirt , his voice travels poorly through the layer of fabric . a humorous inhibition of sound that the ninja does nothing to amend but rather encourages . ❛ ––––so you better get it through your empty head , tin can . i'd care if you died . ❜
