"Heh..."
Flashy Flash smiled faintly, then stubbornly insisted, "I wasn't following you. We just happened to be going the same way."
(￣~￣;)
"The same way..."
The muscles at the corners of Saitama's mouth twitched. He looked at Flash, who was matching him step for step, his eyes seeming to say, Do you think I'm stupid?
"Who would believe that?" He narrowed his eyes, and a sudden flash of inspiration struck him. He mercilessly exposed the truth. "If you ask me, you just got lost!"
The corner of Flash's eye twitched, and he blurted out instinctively, "How can you slander an innocent man without any evidence...?"
Saitama sneered, looking as though he had seen through everything long ago. "Innocent? Getting lost is getting lost. Am I not even allowed to say it?"
Flashy Flash's face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead as he argued, "It's just my first time here... I'm unfamiliar with the roads, that's all. Does that count as getting lost?"
Having finally gained the slightest upper hand, Saitama said, "Weakling!"
(☉▽☉)
"Enough..."
Flashy Flash took a deep breath, quickly composed himself, and returned to his usual cool, alluring demeanor. "You're a hero too, aren't you? Keeping up your training is a good habit, but given the current situation, shouldn't assembling take priority?"
-This guy really needs to mind his own business...
Saitama grumbled inwardly, a pair of dead-fish eyes stretching across his oval head, drawn in the style of a powerful fighter. "Mind your own business, Auntie Bangs!"
"Heh..."
Maintaining his aloof expression, Flash gave a faint, eminently punchable smile and casually delivered a critical hit to Saitama. "Excessive training will only make your hair loss worse, Mr. Baldy."
(~o￣▽￣)~
Saitama: "..."
(☉益☉)
Whirrrrr-
The hum of rapidly spinning helicopter blades sounded overhead once again. Powerful