[ Well, Genos takes as it a chance to put his fingers around Saitama's wrist (gently, gently, not because he has to but because the gesture matters) and puts it close to his face again, but this time to place a (VISIBLE) kiss on the fingers.
An impish grin shows just for a second and then the hand is let go ]
I think you like my weirdness. [ Weirdo, and proud of it? ]
I won't allow it! [ And Genos being Genos, aka as Extra as he is, propels himself with the blasters on the palms of his hands. You know, Iron Man style, closing the distance between them and the yam guy before anyone could say "Stop, stupid!" If Saitama had hair, that would definitely make them dance in the wind.
That... throws yam guy quite a lot. Jaw-dropping a bit as that celebrity hero dude suddenly appears before him. He looks around to check if maybe it's a monster attack and he didn't notice, but then Genos puts his hand on his shoulder— (in his mind that's comforting gesture, but when you're made mostly of shiny metal and can make things explode... think again) —and asks. ]
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Huh?
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An impish grin shows just for a second and then the hand is let go ]
I think you like my weirdness. [ Weirdo, and proud of it? ]
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He lifts his kissed finger to tap Genos on the tip of his nose, then moved to tap his own chin thoughtfully as he lifted his face to the setting sun.]
Hmmm... I wonder... [He muses as he begins to walk again.] Do I?
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Yes, you do.
[ Genos says with utmost confidence, but as he tries to keep his usual blank face, he can't help a little shit smirk from surfacing ]
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[He teases, but am instant later he's conveniently distracted by spotting something down by the river they were approaching. He says in mild panic:]
Oh! The yam guy! He's packing up!
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That... throws yam guy quite a lot. Jaw-dropping a bit as that celebrity hero dude suddenly appears before him. He looks around to check if maybe it's a monster attack and he didn't notice, but then Genos puts his hand on his shoulder— (in his mind that's comforting gesture, but when you're made mostly of shiny metal and can make things explode... think again) —and asks. ]
Hot sweet potates. Are there any left?