text; un: saitama

[heroforhobby]

Quick!!

There's only a day and a half left!

how have you been getting cats to let you pet them???

[Morality discussions? People worried about going into yet another fight? Not as important as Saitama's goal to pet at least one cat, like, c'mon. Please advise or troll!]

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[heroforhobby]

[Two can play at this game.]

And you're changing the subject, too.

[iomnic]

The subject is just about me eating food, it is not a meaningful discussion.

[heroforhobby]

[He looks so scandalized.]

You're wrong! There's so much about eating food!

[iomnic]

It does not interest me in the way our other subject did.

[heroforhobby]

[He says like a disappointed kid, leaning his cheek heavily in his hand, squishing up half his face.]

Of course it doesn't.

[iomnic]

[But still, Zenyatta "sighs" and turns to look at the sky again.]

I feel that I have disappointed you in being unable to answer a question you have not yet posed.

[heroforhobby]

[He furrows his brows, bemused, then reaches out to poke him in the shoulder.]

Then you're reading me wrong, dude, I wasn't asking you anything. Just . . . letting you know something.

[He finishes with an awkward scratch to his neck. He's never hinted this worry outloud to anyone before, and he definitely wasn't coming to Zenyatta for an answer to anything. He just figured Zenyatta wouldn't judge and not be too eager to praise like Genos.]

Getting it off my chest.

[iomnic]

Oh.

[That's... better than he was expecting.

He always wants to help people. That's never going to change. And usually, when people seek him out to talk, it's to get advice or guidance. Just telling him something for the sake of it is a lot more uncommon.]

I see. ...Thank you, for sharing this with me, then.

[heroforhobby]

Hn.

[He nods, giving him a small smile seeing Zenyatta is getting it. Part of him would like to tell him more, but just revealing that little part of his worry was far bigger than it may seem. Maybe some other rime...

So, after a moment of silence as he picks some grass with his free hand, he dares to ask:]

So....what was your favorite food...?

[iomnic]

Pizza.

[ There was absolutely no delay had, like he had to think about it. Pizza was the best. ]

I did have a lot of others I enjoyed. But I can say with full confidence, I enjoyed pizza the most.

[ It was also like the most greasy thing ever. ]

[heroforhobby]

[He flops back onto his back, like a dramatic man daydreaming suddenly of his lover.]

Oh, man, pizza is so good. Especially with sweet potato on it.

[iomnic]

I have not... had any with sweet potato.

[ That seems like kind of a weird combo... ]

[heroforhobby]

Ah, next time there's a place we'll get that then.

[iomnic]

I do not think I should...

[Seriously, he just talked about how he ate too much!! But pizza, though...]

[heroforhobby]

Well, I'll just eat it all, then.

[Implying Zenyatta will have to sit and watch him devour a whole puzza.]

[iomnic]

... I suppose, if that is what you want.

[ Yeah, that sure is what he implied!! ]

[heroforhobby]

I just want pizza now, haha.

[But he doesn't trust cats to know how to make a good pizza, so he'll have to wait.

He glances at him.]

But I'll share it with ya if you decided you wanted some.

[iomnic]

I would have to return to a human form to enjoy it.

[ Which he doesn't sound... entirely like he's into. ]

[heroforhobby]

[He shrugs, unbothered.]

I'm just saying: open invitation for pizza sharing. But being a robot's cool, too.

[He's curious to know how he looked and sounded and all. But he's not gonna push, he likes Zenyatta as he is.]

You can hover, after all.

[iomnic]

True, I could not hover as a human.

[Haha, but can you imagine?]

I would enjoy spending the time with you then, as I do now, regardless of partaking in pizza.

[But... if he's around the pizza, the temptation might be too strong to resist.]

[heroforhobby]

It's settled then. You can watch me eat ice cream or noodles, too, if I feel like it.

[iomnic]

Oh, I had forgotten about ice cream! I had not had nearly as much of it as I wanted to, when I was a human.

[...]

But that is in the past.

[He misses ice cream.]

[heroforhobby]

[He smirks to himself, amused by a robot's repressed love of food.]

Okay. We can stop talking about food then.

[iomnic]

Please.

[It's so torturous.]

[heroforhobby]

[He lays there in content silence, propping one leg on his knee to idly kick his foot in the air. After a minute or two, he says casual, but playful:]

Soda's pretty good, too.