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| - Genos sat intently scribbling down everything that he could observe from the one which he had claimed as his teacher -- the infamous caped baldy, saitama. A man who he respected, admired, and aspired to live up to to no end, and because of his deep admiration, the mechanized former human had once again found himself frantically, and rather fruitlessly jotting down every little thing about saitama's behavior, mannerisms, and movements. Saitama himself was currently laying comfortably upon the floor, staring mindlessly at a saturday morning cartoon show, his simple features forming a pleasant smile as he enjoyed himself before going out to another day of diligent patrol around his home city, having long since donned the proud, humble moniker of a hero for fun.
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| - Genos sat intently scribbling down everything that he could observe from the one which he had claimed as his teacher -- the infamous caped baldy, saitama. A man who he respected, admired, and aspired to live up to to no end, and because of his deep admiration, the mechanized former human had once again found himself frantically, and rather fruitlessly jotting down every little thing about saitama's behavior, mannerisms, and movements. Saitama himself was currently laying comfortably upon the floor, staring mindlessly at a saturday morning cartoon show, his simple features forming a pleasant smile as he enjoyed himself before going out to another day of diligent patrol around his home city, having long since donned the proud, humble moniker of a hero for fun. Suddenly, there was a sound from the door, the unmistakable sound of a knock coming fourth. The sound completely sailed right over saitama's shiny dome, paying no mind to it. Genos on the other hand, looked towards the direction of the noise with his ever stoic features. "A visitor" deadpanned the cyborg, closing his notebook and setting down his pencil, standing up. "If it's more fan mail for you tell them to get lost". A haughty, cheesy chuckle followed saitama's half-serious, chiding rebuttal. "Yes, sensei" genos returned, having taken the remark completely seriously, as he stood up and marched to answer the door. Opening the door to saitama's apartment, genos, immediately uttered a small noise of shock. "Mn!?" the cyborg could feel the various rotors and mechanisms sustaining him quicken with uncertainty and panic, his black and yellow eyes widening ever so suddenly at the sight of the individual standing outside his teachers apartment. "Uh.... good morning" His voice was rather deep, saturated in a tone of natural boredom and annoyance. The individual stood 6 feet 3 inches tall, significantly higher than either saitama or genos. He was of a natural deeply tan complexion. His features were set sharply, piercined lip, eyebrow, and a ball stud piercing at the center of his bottom lip, characteristics which did nothing to hasten the rather thug-like clothing he was wearing. But none of that shocked genos at all, such a thing did nothing to intimidate him. What had truly sent his wires into a fit was the fact that the top of this individuals head shone clean and completely hairless, chrome-like even, and though his optical sensors in the front of his skull worked hard as hard can be to examine the individual, the only images that were fed to his brain via the HUD were those of panic. "...Sorry to disturb you this morning. Do you have a minute to talk?" He spoke again with forced courtesy, genos could tell that much. There was no mistake. In spite of the various clear differences, genos may as well have been staring at a double of his teacher, words still completely failing to reach his vocal audio units. "Oi, genos, you haven't said anything in a... while..." saitama trailed off, immediately finding the reason as to why things were so silent, his blank featured contorting to express uncertainty, confusion and awe.
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