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WHAT In person
WHERE Wherever
WHEN Day 6, morning

[Hey, what's your morning ritual? Dragging your feet into a coffee shop? Forced to be a cheerful barista at 4AM? Eating a leisurely avocado toast on a patio? Maybe going for a jog near the lake? Or are you still in bed on your goddamn cellphone?]

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Are you somehow more afraid of needles than bullets?

I'm not scared of needles! But it sounds like you want to do science on me without a plan.

[and yet still walking to get that knife]

What exactly do you think 'a plan' would look like in this situation?

[letting them into LuXe]

I don't know. Isn't that supposed to be your thing?

[looking around, confirming again that this place is totally not his speed]

I just told you the plan!

[into the back]

Sorry to break it to you, science is mostly doing whatever you can think of to something you don't understand and seeing how it reacts.

[ARGUING IS TOO MUCH ENERGY. So Saitama does not, just following]

If you say so.

[good, that means you LOSE.

Anyway he grabs a box cutter from the supply room]

Let me see your hand.

[holding out exactly one finger]

Papercut.

[God, I can't believe how fussy people are when you don't have them restrained with severed vocal cords and haven't taken away all of their human rights.

EYEROLL

this is not a paper cut it's a box cutter cut but he does in fact not try to do more than just break the skin]

[WHICH! SURPRISE! HE CAN DO!

Even drawing a few drops of blood.

Saitama blinks at it then sticks it in his mouth]

That stings!

I guess if you can't be hurt by bullets it's easy to become vulnerable to pain.

Anyway, that should make it a lot easier to get samples. We won't do it right now because I don't have anything I need. But it'll be interesting to look into.

We should do more tests on your physical abilities, too.

[Saitama is still sort of sucking on his finger when he realizes something.]

Oh. Would it help to know my skin is still pretty normal?

[just gonna pull off his hoodie here in LuXe, allowing Kei to see 2 things: 1, that Saitama is JACKED, and 2, that he's got little hickey bruises all over his chest and neck]

That's weird, right? If I can deflect stuff?

[he holds up his entirely un-bruised palm that was shot earlier]

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[Takes about half a second to be like.

Man, I didn't want to know.

Then moves onto the interesting part, which invovles poking your hickies]

Huh, yeah. That means you're able to bust capillaries, are the very least. You're not invulnerable. Let me try something.

[reaching for his arm]

[someone saw Saitama poking around LuXe and got curious.

Now he walks in on this, pauses. Slowly sips his coffee.]

Saitama, why are you in the back room with my boss and not with me?

[in the process of holding out his arm to Kei]

Oh, hey. This guy wanted to do some science.

[this doesn't seem weird, right]

[there is a brief pause while Kaito tops to half turn to Reigen, draw some obvious conclusions. Make a face, then turn back to what he was doing.]

If I ever catch the two of you back here alone, you're fired.

[Squeezes the skin of Saitama's bicep and twists, straight up trying to bruise him]

I'm a consummate professional, you hypocrite! But it's good to know you're following your interest in medicine after all, Nakamura. I'll be out front, Saitama, talk to me before you leave!

[he flits off]

Okay!

[smiles to Reigen and looks back down at his arm, addressing Kei now]

I don't think anything is happening.

[IT SURE ISN'T it's like trying to give a rock a purple nurple. Kaito shakes out his hand]

[squints at it]

The pressure from a mouth can't be that great, it should work fine... is it something about the temperature...?

I guess it could be, I still get pretty red if I take a hot bath.

That's not capillaries bursting, that's just your body trying to lower your internal temperature.

[haah]

I'll figure out a few experiments we can run.

I suppose you won't actually let me stab you?

[at this point even Saitama is pretty curious, and it's overriding his conflicting feelings about it]

You can a little bit.

[Makes the motion of a quick small stab]

[Sweet.]

Okay.

[nudges the boxcutter blade out a bit further, about an inch, and. Hm. You don't really have any 'good' places to get stabbed, since you've worked all the fat off you.

Oh well into the bicep then]

[Okay, Saitama thought he was ready until the very last second where's NOT SO SURE. Because NO ONE WANTS TO BE STABBED. But he manages to keep himself from flinching completely away.

The result of this, depending on how hard Kei went for it, is either a deflection or a completely broken box cutter blade]

[well they are designed to break, so it snaps off, skittering across the room, and Kaito jumps a bit because he is very cuttable and would rather not, thanks]

Huuuh.

[pauses, then clicks the next part of the blade out]

Let me see your finger again.