"Hmph..."
Shifting to make herself more comfortable, Tatsumaki watched the stinking man stealing snacks from her hands, swallowed the chips in her mouth, and complained, "Just what you'd expect from a man living alone-there's a layer of dust everywhere! How long has it been since you last cleaned?"
Despite her harsh words, Tatsumaki had already used Psychic Power to thoroughly clean the Apartment inside and out before Josen returned.
Frugal, good at housekeeping, and a big eater.
"Uh, well..."
As Josen played with Tatsumaki...'s green curls in his arms, he recalled, "I don't remember. Mostly because I haven't stayed in my own Apartment for ages. You know I often share a place with friends!"
Tatsumaki couldn't help picturing an apartment building in the Abandoned Zone that perfectly fit the description of old, shabby, and tiny, along with that gleaming, hairy boiled egg of a head in her memories. She curled her lip. "Hmph, what's so great about a bunch of stinking men living together? What a weird friendship."
"Oh, come on! You're not a stinking man. You wouldn't understand even if I explained."
Josen affectionately pinched Tatsumaki's fair nape, casually took the bag from her hands, and poured the last hundred-million-bit of chips straight into his mouth.
Crunch, crunch...
Tatsumaki: "..."
Listening to the chips being crunched up, Tatsumaki suddenly felt, for some inexplicable reason, as though something inside her had shattered.
(ꐦಠ ಠ)
Tatsumaki (furious): "You actually stole every last one... Are you asking for a fight?!"
┬─┬ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)
Josen (crooked Dragon King grin): "A fight? How did I get so lucky!"
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Tatsumaki (caught off guard): "...Huh??"
The next second, the curtains closed themselves, unable to bear watching.
The warmhearted handsome fellow of the Qiao Family pulled the idle dean of the S-Class Training Program into the room for