#sciass

that was about a week ago now, & he’s been too busy to stop by until this evening. except when he shows up in casual clothes & with a bag of groceries on his arm, there’s no answer ... nor does he hear anyone inside. too impatient to wait in the hallway for god knows how long, sonic makes yet another strange decision: he breaks in. there’s a few bobby pins in his hair, so he uses one to pick the lock, neatly replaces it, & lets himself inside — he even locks the door behind him once he’s stepped in, though it’s less about being caught than it is about not wanting anyone else to wander in like he just did.

he’d been right in his assumption that king isn’t here ... but hopefully, he’ll show up soon. either way, sonic brought ingredients to make dinner, & that’s exactly what he intends on doing; & so, he gets to work, commandeering the hero’s kitchenette for his own use. when king gets home, his apartment will smell like frying meat and vegetables ... but the first thing sonic says when he spots him borders on an insult, somehow.

❛ there you are. do you have any spices in here? ❜

but I, I’m just like you / I’ve got, got no name at all the whole world against you / you give everything

ind. King and Garou of One Punch Man

     Another day off, at least this time free of Tareo, though it didn’t really mean much in the end for the former hero hunter. It wasn’t like he had plans, or friends to really make plans with anyways. So it was spent much like before – wandering the city, just checking things out, filling his time a bit uselessly, nothing particularly productive now that he hadn’t a real goal to commit himself to like before. It was boring, and worse yet, thoroughly unfulfilling. 

     There was a figure up ahead, one that was becoming familiar much to Garou’s chagrin, of a man who bore a flannel, ball cap, and shopping bag, as well as a clear desperation to be left alone. Not that he was about to go out of his way to greet the other, maybe a nod if King noticed him at all, but it seemed someone – or something else hadn’t gotten the memo. More remnants of the monster association as it slunk out of the alleyway near the S-class hero, soon unfolding itself to its full size, something scaly and easily twice the height of King. Now that was something fun to watch, maybe to see the techniques of the rather reserved man, so Garou stood by patiently. Even if he wasn’t really a fighter at the moment, old habits would die hard. 

     Except... King wasn’t moving. Outside of the King Train that echoed down the street, the guy wasn’t doing much of anything except standing there, apparently frozen. It was a weird technique, the martial artist thought to himself, but yellow gaze followed the monster’s movements. Experience told him that King wasn’t going to move, and briefly he wondered if the other was like Saitama, mostly untouchable save for that scar, but he knew it wasn’t the truth given that scratch he had gotten the other day...

     It didn’t even register to Garou how he himself had burst into action, sprinting and closing the gap between himself and the hero, placing himself between King and the monster to parry the clawed blow so it went harmlessly wide. A flurry of precise punches rained down on the creature, hardly now a match for him, before it merely recoiled, fell down, and shuddered. This wasn’t the cool climactic fight or anything like he had been anticipating to witness, so he whipped around to face the other, tone accusatory.

@sciass​ / King said . . .

“i never kissed before—” for Dimple<3

˗ˏˋdialogue : kissingˎˊ˗

     “Oh yeah?” Humming with intrigue did the spirit repeat the same move he did did to the other not too long ago, bumping their shoulders together. Hands in trouser pockets, there was a mischief in Dimple’s tone that couldn’t be missed by even the most inattentive. It had taken some work, but he’d managed to win the other’s trust iota by agonizing iota, and now he had a proper in with the Hero Association. It was best not to ruin it by being too forward with the anxious man. However... the spirit did pride himself on being evil.

     He couldn’t stay safe and predictable, even if he tried.

     So Dimple turned to fully face the other and craned his neck forward, pulling his face within mere inches of the other’s. When he spoke, his voice dropped several registers, husky and syrupy with that devious, lazy smirk that Yoshioka’s face wore well. He knew that the vessel was considered fairly handsome and masculine – and the spirit saw it as perfectly reasonable to take advantage of the fact.

     “Wanna change that?” 

@sciass​ asked- 🐤 !

send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours (accepting)

Send ☄ for my muse to save yours from a large object that is about to fall on them

“Watch out!” 

That was just about all the warning King got from the squadron’s third unit pulled him aside with a bit of difficulty. Yellow Three was not really built for arm strength, and the human was larger than them. Their grip, however, was nearly bruising. Also, oddly sticky.

Up above was the tell-tale creak of metal, seconds before a metal support upholding a small balcony gave way, sending the three very large potted plants plummeting down to the spot right next to the two. The balcony remained hanging from its remaining support.