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⚙| | The phrasing was a bit harsh, but that tiny, tiny voice that strove to cool the passionate youthful cyborg’s overheating problems assured him that the young prodigy before him hadn’t meant an insult by the exasperation about his less-than biological state.

                 “Have you not made changes to the device?     There are many Kaijin who aren’t exactly made of what humans are, either.                     Hn..                             I guess I’ll just be disappointed, then.”

A flat edge saturated those deep, somber tones, as though his view on the boy had lessened in the light of the information he had just received - of course, maybe getting a rile out of the ‘Child Emperor’ might spur the genius to tinker with that device, so he might get a more accurate assumption of his own progress.           One probably shouldn’t pick a fight in order to attain this,    but the ‘Demon Cyborg’ wasn’t known for his kind words or diplomacy skills.

   🔧 🙶 Ｉ’m pretty sure I told              you once, that Okame-chan              will not tell you the precise results,              as you are not really a human,              Mister Demon Cyborg. 🙷 

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 ⚙| |                   ... so it was simply another effort at working the produce market.            While the words truly were moving, it was difficult for the action-minded youth to get too excited over sales - but he supposed he generally didn’t have to deal with a lack of funds. Glowing rings of gold halved as light brows furrowed that perpetually somber expression to an utterly flat visage.

          A disappointment, surely; the mostly-mechanical young man wanted nothing more than to see his respected master in action - to see a glimpse of that overwhelming ability he so sought to grasp, but.. if he himself was what was wanted, here and now... that wasn’t something to be squandered, as a necessary presence was something that the metal-bound boy also aimed for.

               “H-Hai, Sensei!          Which market are we going to?                     Did you have a meal planned?                  Or did you want me to make something?”

                    An abrupt switch to more domestic inclinations was far too fluid, as quicker than the normal eye could catch, the light-haired cyborg would be right at his teacher’s side, with a much less eerie countenance, one far more relaxed and curious.

                                 “I don’t mean to sound rude...                     but have you considered picking sales closer to the apartment?                              As we have to run everywhere, being late is...                              an issue.”

⋘👊⋙Not even close. His haste had been solely and soundly applied to the fleeting time constraints of an after-hours special. There was a haughty ring of grocers who would be selling their produce outrageously cheap right now. The cold temperatures and the late hour will have taxed the fresh vegetables, and while the ingredients would retain their flavour and benefit, the wilted and foxed edges to those leafy greens would see them ultimately discounted.

   Was that an ignoble reason to hurry? He didn’t want to disappoint the cyborg, but…

        Of course not! He was preserving, honoring even, the undeniable efforts of farmers, and of the very earth and soil themselves. Those grocers would just toss the vegetables out if he didn’t do his part. Hero work was important, too. But it was also important not to take simple things like clearance greens for granted.  And all of this, he conveyed to the cyborg with an air of conviction. And more haste, because they were down eight minutes now.

    ❝Eh, I don’t mind if you tag along, Genos.

            But you’re gonna carry some of the bags home, if you stick around.❞

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⚙| |  Utterly excessive display aside, the mechanical youth would land with all the grace of a jaguar that weighed nine hundred and sixty pounds, a small indent in the pavement left where an iron palm had braced his impact.        The cybernetic monstrosity would arise slowly, assuredly, with an expression far too self-satisfied - he was obviously proud of the fireworks announcing his esteemed teacher’s presence.

         It had also likely alerted every single Kaijin in the area to their exact location - but that was an issue for the next twenty minutes, right now the S-Class had to address his master’s words.

                         “Were you here because of a news report?              I apologize, Sensei,     I know you don’t like me in the area if you’re attempting to do hero work.             I haven’t received word of any decent threats, however.”

There was, however, nothing within the cyborg’s posture or presence that read he was intending to leave, despite his own assumptions. This was too good of an opportunity, after all, if the boy hadn’t purposefully followed the powerful man... it should be a loophole, right?

#Turn on the News;;Potential Threats#hagemanto-hero#Found;; to reach his back#I have to write this down;;#//sENSEI#//FLIPS THE ENTIRE WORLD#//THE. ENTIRE. WORLD#//MANIFESTS ALL THE GUNS OUT OF NOWHERE#//cliMBS A BUILDING#//FIRES INTO THE SKY

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Monk patiently sat in front of the front door, having smelled the food being cooked inside... Then he began scratching at the door, making quiet impatient squeaks as the smell of food was starting to get him antsy.

⚙| | Dim crimson flashes tugged at the corner of orange-washed vision, an alert informing the mechanical youth of a potential threatening presence.    The vitals were odd, off, but that was generally fairly normal for Kaijin, and while the ‘Demon Cyborg’ would have been far less patient, the disaster level wasn’t up to par… that was, until the plaintive chirps of some young beast crossed the young hero’s cybernetic perceptions.

       Tossing a pale magenta apron aside, having been utilizing the magma-esque energy coursing through his form to make breakfast, the door to the tiny apartment would be thrown open, the broad, glowing monstrosity that was called an ‘S-class’ gazing straight ahead in order to look whatever dared disturb his esteemed master’s morning in the eyes and -

                   “….Ah.”

        …. ..                                  “Get out of here, or I’ll incinerate you.”

         Deep tones were idle - swirling rings that constituted as irises scanning the strange goat-child, noting a high energy rating.. and a strangely prominent heat signature.

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pats senpais shoulder :)

⚙| |             At least someone around here hasn’t gone off the deep end.                                     Perhaps mass-genocide wasn’t actually the best option,              after all, the madness may not have spread to the rest of the Hero Association.           “Just don’t get too close to the live wires.                       Or anything leaking.                                  Actually, it might just be best not to touch me like this.”

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HEEL

⚙| |             whines pitifully into the pavement, then.

          you all just wait,                    sensei can’t protect you all forever.                                  he’ll see.                he’ll undersTAND.

            electronic whining intensifies.

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don't look at me i was kinkshaming my sister

⚙| |   “Do I look like someone who thinks often         about the Blizzard of Hell’s intimate interests.                          You’re to blame here, too.”

BARKS AGGRESSIVELY, PULLS AT CHOKE CHAIN.

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Place kisses on his cheek shhhh

⚙| | “I will not be won over by such simplistic forms of consolation.”

            Is won over by simplistic forms of consolation -      that and he got his leash yanked.

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down boy

⚙| |               “S̨͙̹̬̹ͧ͗̚h̸̜͚͍͔̦̙̑̊́͢ơ̜̝͍̫̘̱̆ͩ̎̎̾̏̚̕͘u̵̧̠͊͒̀ͭ̂͐̃̂ͭl̵̗̼͙͓̫̺̣̔̂̓̚͡d̢̧̝̜͔ͥͦ̀̄ͦ ̴͍̝͓̗͍̝̟ͦ̎̊̂ͫ͗͛ͭḬ̴̣̩̘̪͇̣͌̀́͞ ̦ͮ͆͠j̷̹͇ͦͨ͛͑́u̞̞̯͓͌̄̊̆̒͗̆ͦs̨̺̯͔̀́̓̃́ͭ͑͐̚ͅt̟͚̥͕͓̱̋̀̀ͩ̓͊͘͝ ̨̝͆͋̋ͦ͑ͨ͒͟͞i͚̦̠͎͍ͥ̂ͭ̋͆ͥ̌̂̀n͇̜͚̫̞̞̅ͬ̍̋͋͘c̵̱̺͓̩ͨ̈́̀̏͆̋͆̎͝i̘͎̺̤̣̠͓̥͓͌̅n̢̖̦͓̞̠͖̝̮͋͆̓̓̇e̷̟̯̬͎̼̖͋̉̈ͨ̉̈́̓̀́ř̵̗͔͓̺́a̹̙͓͇̣͙̟̜̽̑ͭ̊͒̀ͯ̕ẗ̨̯͓̏͘ȅ͙̘̘͖̦̝̙͓͜ ͗̀ͪ͒̈̆́ͧ҉̦̞̕t̷̞͖̤̤̦̙̹̻͉͌͗͜h̺̖̱͎̼͉̫̹̅̆ͫͧ̀̉̂̍e̴͖̲̘̭̯͑̾ͦ͢͝ ̫̺̣͖̣̖̣͂̓ͩ͑͂̌̈́ͦt̛̝̣̟͔̳̿̅ͭ̊͐̎̔ŗ̴̢̦̺̮͎͚͓͆͊͑̈͂ͫ̓̍a̝̜͇͚̫ͯş̦͓̤͙̮͓̣̅̽ͨ̑͝h̞̦̜̝̠ͭͪ̎̏̂ͮ̚ͅ?̶̢̥̱͎͍̥̟́͌̿̄ͫͧ̌͋́ͅ”

           “… Ah…”

                     “Hai, Sensei.”

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⚙| |   Ỳ͚̟͍̮̪̇͆ͯͨ͂ͧơ̧͇̻̜̘̺͉͖̳̏̆̊u̎ͦ͏̯ ̖̘̯͖̻̅̽͐ͫ̐̽͝ͅū̌̑҉̡̩̱̜̰̩n͚̠̗̠͍͉͚͌ͅḓ̘̓̾͂ͩͯe̅ͦ҉̧̱̱̭͍̳͎r͍͇̺̹̜ͫͩ͛e̢̩̝ͪ͝ş̛͎̮̦̞̖̼͋ͤ̑̂̏ť̨͖̿͂͟i̙̞̯͎ͨ̓̕͝m̡̖̰͕̝ͮ̍̊ͫͨͪͥ̂͞ḁ͍͌͋̎̉̾̆t̨̛̯͓͔̠͂ͬ͐͑͘ͅe̽̅̅ͧ̌͌̓̑ͨ͏͉͙̜̟͠ ̱̼͈̱̜͖̯̫̩̂̓̃ͨ̄̍̑m̗̦ͬ̇͒̑ͦͯ̋̈̚͢͠͡ỵ̴͔̥͙̳̿ͣ ̨͇͍̭̯͖̤̐͂e̡̳̳̼̅̑ͫṁ̧̥̻̖̥̜͖̗̬ͨ̔͐̑ͅo̧͈̳̿ͮͪ͂͋͆͟t̨͉̭̲̋ͭ͒̔̀͡i̧̢̳̩͛̄́ͮͯͣ̀ö̴̢̪̰̳̤͇͚̼̔n̿ͣ̃̋͌̍̓͊̇҉̘s̴̢̐ͭ҉̝̯̜̠͓̗̹ ̷̴̗͎̮͉̜̃̆ͦ̎̌ǒ͆͏̴̡̺͓̠̙͈̱͔͕̭n̫͓͚̭̟̎͝ ̆͏̶͓̮̤̣t̴̤̠̗̻̦̍̆̄͊͋ͪh̴̢̯͔̟̻̣̩͗ͥ͡eͨ̔ͧͪͨ̍͢҉̥̥͚̺̘̻́ ̷̗̖̠̞̑ͭ̋ͦ͌ͭ̚͘m͇͈̣ͣ̀͜ͅa͈̪͍͓̍ͬ͛ͧͣͪ̽͜t̞̄͟t̯̰̤̳͎͚̺̠ͧ͗͟͟è͓̬̩̤̗̎͐ͤ̑̓͟͞r̛͇͓͇͓͙͑̈͒͗ͦͪ͑ͬ̀.

( GENOS IS MAD, ABORT )

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⚙| | I leave for eight hours five minutes and this is what I come back to.

             NOT SO SILENT JUDGEMENT.

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IncineratedMemes| | -Grabs the marker that the ninja used to write on him previously, uncaps it with a burning passion - proceeds to scribble incredibly detailed diagrams of the circumference of his sensei's head on his collar bone - and steals the elder's phone in order to add his own number to it because he realizes that if he writes his number down anywhere it's not like Sonic could read it.-

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*writes 'i smell like foot' on his forehead, then his number on genos's neck*

⚙| |                                 “I see the trash is ready to be taken out.”

              It was an idle threat, one that he didn’t mean to carry out, but an innate sense of pride disallowed the serious-faced cyborg to just accept being doodled on like a heated easel. … it was impossible to know just what graffiti he had been subjected to, not unless he found a mirror, considering prominent chords within a faux, muscular neck couldn’t exactly tilt down far enough.

              But the cybernetic boy assumed it wasn’t anything appealing, at least.

             “If that’s permanent, I’m going to make sure you can never write again.”

    Really, he’ll just scrub himself endlessly with caustic appliance cleaners, there was little point in threatening his esteemed master’s apartment just because the rodent infestation was making itself known once again.

                 “… what do they say, anyway?”                            

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Writes Claimed by Miss Blizzard on the back of his neck in bright red, adds eyeliner to his eyes with black marker, thickens his eyebrows while sharpening them at the ends, and kiss marks on his cheek. 👌

⚙| |  His stare was utterly vacant - golden rings gazing off into nothing, straight past the esper, his make-up perfectly even, so the dramatic effect was augmented by dark shadows.              That already severe expression became even more aggressive because of those testosterone boosted brows. The ‘Demon Cyborg’ looked entirely prepared for a rave, or to go sing his hit album in a debut concern for their local boyband.

                       “….  …            …… “         “Is there… was there a -                          why….?”

                       Honestly, he hadn’t noticed the possessive mark at his nape, or else he would have been slightly more aggrieved, as it was, the mechanical youth would simply hold back a volatile temper while going out in public, with all that horror on his face, in order to find some sort of cleaner that would take off eyeliner and permanent marker from fiberkinetic alloy.