cinnamonagency | party time

[He smiles back at him. It was rare to get a genuine smile out of Genos, so it was always nice to see it. But the smile disappears at Genos' comparing them both, mostly out of pleased embarrassment, since Saitama knows if they were to go outside right now and ask people to vote on who looks better it would always be Genos.]

Okay! Will do.

[He agreed readily, since it seems all Genos can do is tie nooses. There was something a little morbid about that fact...

He stands there for a moment, then rubs the back of his head, awkwardly.]

Well, so...?

[Was Genos going to take pictures or what now?]

[ Genos got his phone and moved around a room a bit. Trying to get the perfect spot where the light was illuminating Saitama best. He knew all the best angles, so there was that, but. ]

Something is missing. [ he furrows his brows, and thinks. It's not hard to figure out what is missing. He remembers were Saitama kept his spare cape, and that's what he gets. He moves close to Saitama and throws it over his shoulder, pinning it as if to his hero costume. ]

Much better. [ He nods, takes few steps away and shoots the photo. Or five. ]

[Saitama just . . . stood there, sweating a little and fidgeting, not posing or anything as Genos tries to find his angle.

He watches Genos with quiet curiosity as he declares something missing, and is a little startled when he puts the cape on him. It did oddly feel better with the cape on...

The first couple pics he looks awkward, but he gets into it, posing a little. More heroic looking posing, since he doesn't know how to fashion model pose. But then he suddenly stops and gestures Genos to come to him.]

Hey, hey, c'mere. Let's take some together.

[ And he already ditched his tie. But hey who cares. You don't have to ask him double for a photo with Saitama! Genos gets closer and fidgets with his phone, trying to find the right option. But it is an older model... ]

I don't think it has a "selfie mode", there is no screen-side camera. [ The disappointment is real ]

[Then Saitama will have to insist they take more tomorrow to get the tie in!

He throws an arm around Genos' neck, pulling him in close that his head is leaning on Genos' to make sure they both get into the photo. He grins widely.]

Just take photos blindly! I'm sure some will come out good!

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I will try! [ He moves the cellphone so it's back and camera are facing them, and he hopes he pushes the right buttons. Well there is a shutter sound, so that must works. He takes few of them, getting even closer to Saitama.

Just to ensure they both fit into the frame, of course ]

Let's see if it worked. [ And he brings the phone closer, browsing the gallery. They are missing the upper half of their heads most of the time. Some photos are at right angle, but someone gets their face cut. But there is one or two that captured them both ]

[Of course. And because it's just for the photo Saitama isn't going to feel a bit warmer inside having him so close, not at all.

He keeps his arm draped around Genos' neck as they review the photos, and he snickers quietly at some of the really bad ones. When Genos scrolls to one that miraculously looks good, he jabs a finger at the screen, tapping it.]

Ah, that one! We look so slick in it!

I could transfer it to computer, and have it printed. [ Genos looks very pleased with this photo as well. The way he looks at it is almost dreamy. They don't really have much photos together.

Despite his lack of interest for social gatherings, he finds himself... really looking forward for the party. He would frown much more if he was to go alone, and just suffer through it. He proceeds at undoing the vest, gotta keep those suits all neat till tomorrow. ]

Are you going to keep the cape tomorrow?

[Saitama doesn't have many photos period. Photos of other people are pretty much nonexistent, and photos of himself only exist slightly more and only on the computer. He's never really felt much need to preserve memories of just himself sitting around. But with Genos around... Might be nice to have some.]

That sounds good. I don't have any frames or anything, but you can hang it on the fridge with a magnet.

[He pulls away from Genos, joining him in undressing, starting with the cape, and hangs everything in the closet, letting Genos know he should hang up his clothes, too.]

Yeah, I think I will. You were right, something was missing.

[He gives him a half-grin.]

[ He can print it and HAVE IT HANGED SOMEWHERE? That's more than he hoped for, and his fans are now audibly whirring, matching his excitement. ]

I will take care of the frame. [ He will get the best frame ever. He takes off rest of the suit and have it hanged. Then he opts for getting only pants on, and an apron, because while it's late, the mess near the entrance still needs to be taken care of ]

[Saitama was oblivious to a lot of things, but right now he could tell Genos is excited. His smile was clue enough, but the fans made it all the more obvious. Seeing the usually brooding man happy about something lifted his own spirits, and his grin doesn't fade.]

Okay. But nothing too gaudy, yeah?

[He can only imagine what monstrosity of a frame an over-zealous Genos could buy...

He copies Genos, only putting on pyjama pants, since he has no plans to leave for the night, and joins him at the entrance.]

I'll help. It'll get done faster, then we can eat and relax. (Since we're apparently not going to a party tonight.)

[ Genos puts Saitama's hero suit into plastic bag. He'll try to laundry it, but he doesn't have much hope left, seeing as the goo stained him green. The rags that were his shirt, go to the trash, and his pants could be maybe cleaned. If only because they're black, and it's unlikely that they catch the case of green. The floor gets moped soon enough, and aside from green stains, everything is clean! ]

Done. [ And the futons can be unrolled, since it'e evening anyway. Genos also changes into the pajamas, and then he notices his mistake. He didn't clean Saitama's face as diligently as he should have. There is a bit of green behind his ears. ] Ah, sensei--

[He helped as much as he could, which was a lot, considering his strength and speed. His scrubbing can get lots of stuff off lots of things. But not these stains. He wonders if the landlord was going to be angry... He wipes sweat off his face, shrugging to himself. Well, he's not planning on moving any time soon, so whatever, the landlord doesn't need to know for now.

Saitama was already sitting on his futon when Genos calls to him. He glances over his shoulder at him.]

Huh?

[ Now that he got his attention Genos is unsure how to proceed. Admit to the failure, or not? ]

...please remember to wash your face thoroughly before the sleep. To make sure any residues of that slime is left. We don't know how toxic it might be. [ He settles in for damage control. ] And remember to wash behind your ears.

[He knows his face is fine, he checked the mirror earlier. But he's not fooled by Genos' attempt at damage control, and reaches for his ears.]

That stuff's behind my ears?? Where?

[He's not upset at Genos' failure to clean his ears, though, why would he be. Silly cyborg.]

[ HE WAS SO CLOSE, SO CLOSE ]

Ah, behind a left one, there is a spot... Your left.

[He rubs back there but somehow keeps missing it...]

There! Did I get it?

No, no, not there. [ Genos just sighs. ] Wait a second, I'll bring the soap

[ Or maybe they should just move to the bathroom ]

Okay.

[Bathroom would be the smart idea, but Saitama is lazy and just keeps sitting on his futon, waiting for Genos.]

[ Genos returns, and starts scrubbing the spot behind Saitama ear almost furiously. Hopefully it won't leave the green mark, really. But it's been there much longer than other goo. ]

Sensei, how do you feel? Do you experience nausea, headache, drowsiness or anything else suspicious? [ Ruling out the goo poisoning ]

Huh? No. I feel fine.

[If it turned out it was toxic, then it's not affecting him at all. No surprise there to him. Maybe if he had ingested it there might be something, like what eating super spicy food does to his gut, but he knows he didn't eat any.

But even as he said he felt fine, Genos' fingers rubbed over a spot that made him jolt and shiver.]

[ Genos does notice that, and misinterprets it of course. ]

Are you certain about it? Wait, let me do the vitals scan.

[ His eyes start to glow, and whirl around changing the shape as he switches his vision mode ]

[He clasps a protective hand over his ear and tries to turn his face away, as if that would be able to keep Genos' scans from telling Saitama was now red and hot in the face.]

Y-yes! I'm fine! I'm fine!

[ Genos is still close, now with his glowing yellow eyes. ]

I sense an accelerated heart-rate sensei! This might be a side-effect. [ now he's worried, hopefully it won't get any faster than this. What to do, what to do. Ah right, splashing cold water against a face, triggers the dive reflex, which slows down metabolism. ] I'll get cold water!

[Oh my God, this is getting out of hand fast.

Hand still over his ear and face ~~and head~~ still pink, he twists around and tries to grab Genos' wrist or hand or pants leg or toe or anything before he manages to escape and throw water on Saitama.]

Ge-Genos, no! It has nothing to do with the goo, just calm down!

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