"It's actually a living creature. What the hell is this?" Su Ming tossed aside the lines he had kneaded into a ball of yarn and wiped the black bloodstains from his chest with his palm. "Filthy as hell. So it wasn't an octopus, but a squid?"
Simply wiping it off was not enough. He even sniffed his palm. There was no fishy smell, but there was the fermented stench of ink.
It was unpleasant. He needed to wash his hands immediately, and use some disinfectant too.
"Eep."
The Symbiotes' Black Bean Sprout poked out from his shoulder, its thin tentacle-like arms patting the man's face. It was comforting its host while conveying its meaning—Let me wipe it off for you.
"Don't wipe it. Can't you absorb this ink? Whenever I got blood on me before, or someone else's brain matter, didn't you absorb all of that?"
Since the armor on his body was transformed from the Symbiotes, Su Ming had never needed to worry about cleaning his uniform in the past.
Many people thought Superheroes lived glamorous lives, but did anyone really know how difficult some complicated uniforms were to clean?
Take Little Dai's armor, for example. It had plenty of rivets and embedded metal ornaments. If blood remained beneath those crevices, it was not something a dry cleaner could handle.
Deadpool had the simplest method. His uniform had no special abilities and was basically like thermal underwear, so every time he stocked up, he bought two or three hundred sets straight from the factory. Once one got dirty, he did not wash it. He simply threw it away or sold it online to fans as an original-scented item.
The superiority of Symbiotes armor showed itself at times like this. It did not need cleaning, did not cause waste, and