"..."
Josen's devilish whisper instantly reminded Polnareff of the scene of himself sharing a passionate kiss with "Empress." His stomach churned violently, and he couldn't help dry-heaving on the spot.
Bleeeurgh~~
"Hahahahahaha..." × N
After a round of laughter and horseplay.
The filthy-rich old geezer took out a set of car keys and tossed them to the heartbroken Mr. Popo. "We'll take that car for the next leg of the trip. Polnareff, you're driving."
Whoosh-
The keys traced a glittering arc through the air. Mr. Popo, who had lost all will to live, didn't raise a hand to catch them, so they happened to stick right into his gelled hair.
Pfft-
A perfect fit!
Josen nodded at the sight. As expected of a lovelorn French hunk, he had easily accomplished something a certain bald man next door wouldn't even dare imagine!
Saitama: ???
(☉_☉)?
"All right, all right, I'll drive!"
Only after a long while did Mr. Popo rally his spirits. He reached up to smooth out his gelled hair, taking the keys Joseph had thrown him off the top of his head along the way.
Turning around, he saw a seven-seater minivan that didn't look particularly new.
It was clearly secondhand.
"Good grief..."
Having recovered, Mr. Popo slapped the car's somewhat worn roof in utter disappointment. He had been hoping to race around a bit to lift his spirits after his romantic setback!
He turned to Joseph and complained, "Why did you get a car like this, Mr. Joseph? There's absolutely no driving pleasure in a car like this!"
"...Polnareff, you little punk, enough already!"
Veins bulged on the old geezer's forehead. Ignoring his injured arm, he waved his fist and said through gritted teeth, "There are six grown men here altogether! How could an ordinary little sedan