Zone With Bad Influence
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Bruh, I Got Nobody to Call Baby, Still I'm Rich With Supplies
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~[…I can't help it I like to party…
…It's electrifying…
…A bad influence on you…]~
Bad Influence by Pink
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Title based → Bad Influence (Lovely song rlly XD Anyway-
Humour? Friendship? Bastard ruining things? Enemies? Different ways of spending time? Opposites…?
It isn't meant to be a long story…Eh, whatevs. Two people with perfected styles of living meet! (Bad habits rub off)
Supply low (Gotta go) (Update soon, for sure, somehow - so, ciao-
:D Enjoyy
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Super Chaotic
(Where a job offer is made & Saitama is a rich guy that Genos just cannot deal with)
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"Excuse me?" Genos raises his hand to knock on the mansion door once again.
He'd pressed on the bell, but there had been a suspiciously eerie silence that followed…
Knocking louder did nothing.
Apparently.
His phone vibrates, and he takes it out of his pocket to squint at the text.
'U there?'
He texts a quick 'Yes' and waits.
And waits some more.
The door opens after he's counted up to two minutes.
In front of him stands the guy that he's seen in interviews and channels on TV. The rich dude gives a relaxed smile and waves. "Hey! Sorry for the wait…" The guy holds a cup with ice and lemons, probably lemonade.
"Come on in."
Genos stares, not amused.
At least this client appeared the least bit nervous and apologetic.
He enters the house and-
Nearly dies from the sight.
One couch flipped over, empty cans and bottles and plastic cups littering the floor and tables, along with a few crumbs of - is that pizza? Are those chips? Who dropped all that popcorn? Empty noodle cups? Plastic bags? Pillows scattered across the floor as though it were a poor attempt to make a castle from pillows and-
Genos gapes out the balcony.
What in the world is that TV doing floating in that pool?
Is he in a nightmare?!
…The place is the definition of untidy.
"So, eh…" the owner chuckles, "I guess the place is a little messy. We had a-" A little messy?! "-party a few days ago…"
Genos blinks at the guy and cannot find it in him to say a word.
The owner clears his throat. "Call me Saitama," he says. "No need to be uptight or serious. This job is a casual one, remember?" It had been written in the job description that this work was meant to be casual.
Not that it would ever cause Genos to lose his professional ways.
With a nod, Genos follows the guy to the only clean couch in the living room.
"This job won't be that difficult," the owner admits as they take a seat. "I think, so long as there are no parties. And-" Saitama holds his hands up to defensively say, "I don't have a party every day. Maybe once a month…I really like chilling by myself, so, yeah."
Genos took another look around.
A sock was inside a half-full cup of what looked like tennis balls.
…Actual tennis balls.
Then he was drawn to the shiny thing by the end of the couch-
"-I think your couch is on fire." Genos stated blankly, too shocked to have any real emotion in his voice.
Saitama turns around to squint and then shouts a loud curse.
The lemonade is then effectively used to extinguish the small flame. "Sorry!" the guy exclaims.
All the while, Genos is taking a deep, deep breath.
"So, uh, anything you wanna say…?"
"I actually do." Genos nods, and swallows the rising emotions to speak. "I have no issue with cleaning this place starting as soon as possible. However, I have understood that your party was a few days ago, and yet you have left this place in such a state - which is beyond my ability to process because nobody should ever live in a house this messy. If you do not mind, I can start cleaning today-"
"-No, that's fine." Saitama cuts in, brow twitching, the relaxed smile appearing too forced.
Genos still has more to say. Understandably.
He gestures around and continues. "I cannot express how much I hate the sight of this place. It is in a far too terrible condition, and although I have had a job in other cleaning places, so far this is the very first time I find myself wondering how this is even possible-"
"-Alright, I got it." the owner huffs. "You can start tomorrow…If you wanna?"
Scowling, Genos shakes his head. "I believe it would be best if I start right away. Since you have such a large place of living, I would expect you have cleaning supplies I can use-"
"-Nope. Got none. You can start tomorrow."
"Oh. I see."
"Don't worry." Saitama laughs. "The house will still be in the same condition."
All Genos can do is nod.
Then glare at the fish that currently jumps around in the pool.
He hadn't been informed of any pets in the house except for a dog-
"In the email, and the phone call, you had mentioned you had a dog?"
"Rover, yeah."
A whistle, and then a big dog enters the living room. "He needs a good wash." Saitama mentions whilst petting the dog that was covered in mud.
Genos blinks and recalls that, yes, this was a job offer, not a torture method.
He'd clean this place up.
"What time should I be here? When can I start?" he asks, more than eager to just fix the mess.
Saitama hums. "I guess…In the afternoon?"
Nodding, Genos looks around once more.
Alright.
He'd polish this place.
Turn it upside down and make it so perfectly clean that maybe he could wipe the sight from his mind.
…He would need all his equipment.
Hopefully he would be allowed to stay until all was cleaned up.