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“Where are those screws, Genos?”
He had been scrambling for the bag for about two minutes as Genos sat on a chaise lounge. They had recently purchased an entertainment center, and the entire thing had to be assembled by hand. This piece of furniture was massive, and really had no business coming to them in pieces, and yet here they were. Genos had offered to help numerous times, but Saitama insisted that he was really good with doing things like this and he could handle it himself.
That was an hour ago.
So far Saitama had managed to assemble one cabinet.
“Master are you sure you don’t need help?”
“It’s fine, Roomba. I can do this,” he said finally retrieving the bag of screws from under his own butt.
Genos simply rolled his eyes.
The two of them had moved into their new home about a month ago. It was grand, excessive, and gorgeous. Most of their furniture were antiques from all around the world, but they still needed to accommodate their more modern tastes. They decided that having a flatscreen in their bedroom would be nice. Additionally, Genos didn’t approve of Saitama leaving his manga strewn across the room, so he suggested that having an entertainment system would be a good way to have all of their items organised. If only Saitama would let him help! It was so frustrating watching him scrambling around for piece ‘a’ this, and ‘fastener b’ that.
“Damn it! Now what did I do with that Phillips?!”
“Master, relax,” said Genos, sauntering over to Saitama and leaning over his shoulder. He activated a screwdriver in one of his fingers and stretched his arm to screw the pieces Saitama had been fussing over. Saitama watched in awe as a tiny ‘whir’ filled the room.
“You never told me you had a screwdriver, Genos.”
“You never asked,” he said, planting a kiss on his lover’s smooth head. “You going to let me help you now?”
“Fiiiiine.”