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It's about mid-morning when Sonic sets out to a Near Shore Mall to remedy one of their most glaring problems; neither he nor Ekko have much by the way of clothes. Sure, the kimono is nice, but it's not something he'd wear every day. His ninja suit is DEFINITELY not something he'd like to wear every day, considering just how skin tight it is. It's good for show, but not for lounging around the house after a day of hard training. It's barely even good for training in, if he's being honest with himself. And Sonic's the lucky one with two outfits, Ekko only has the one.

Besides, they need swimsuits if they're going to be crashing the pool party tomorrow.

They make a quick trip to a department store for necessities like jeans and underwear, then Sonic gets a little carried away at the athletics store, resulting in a quick trip back to the temple dump off an excess of running clothes, weights, and any other piece of equipment Sonic felt he could carry out. He'd be embarrassed about the amount of shoes he took with him, but he knows he's going to wear each pair out completely within a day or two, so he might as well grab as many as he could to minimize the amount of trips.

Finally, they hit the store Sonic's been waiting for.

Hardcore Subject.

Genos makes one last run around the district before the mission planned for evening. Just checking the layout of the transit lines and shopping area in relation to the campus. There is chance something attached itself to students outside the school grounds, and he's not going to let that possibility unchecked.

He doesn't find any signs of ayakashi, but he finds something else.

Why.

It's been only what, twelve hours since their first meeting? And now he's running into that self-proclaimed rival of his god again. Question is, how is he going to pay for that shopping he seems to plan on doing? Why yes, Genos enters the shop right after Sonic.

If Genos is expecting this to be a quick visit, he's sorely mistaken. Sonic needs to rebuild his entire wardrobe from scratch, including accessories. Sure, he's dressed in skinny jeans and a plain black long-sleeved v neck shirt that he grabbed from the department store earlier, but that's just a base.

He starts with the standing rack of jewelry, going through the necklaces until he finds a tattoo necklace with dagger charm he likes the look of. There's a store attendant standing not five feet away, but he just rips the tag right off and puts it on, completely unconcerned about the consequences.

"Resorting to petty thievery? That's low for a god." Genos comments, looking from behind the shelf. He's surprised someone boasting such an ego, claiming "I'm a god" during first few minutes of his introduction, would go for thievery in the first 24 hours.

Require pointless trinkets as tribute from his followers? That would make more sense.

Sonic glances at him out of the corner of his eye, and snorts. What is with this dickhole?

"I would think that for the patron god of thieves, it's pretty fitting, don't you?" he shrugs one shoulder and flicks his bangs out of his face before grabbing a few bracelets and slipping them on. "Besides, as a god, it's my prerogative to reach out and take what I want."

"God of thieves?" That throws Genos off enough to make him ignore the follow-up. He starts wondering aloud.

"...indeed there were mentions of deities being patrons of more unsavory aspects of life..." He only skimmed through the mythologies though.

"Oh, you've done research on mythology?" That's enough to distract him from his browsing, and he turns his attention fully on Genos. "I've been intending to do some of the same myself, but obtaining necessities held a higher priority. What do you know of Hermes?"

"Hermes?" Yeah that name rings a bell. "Greek. Son of Zeus. Godly messenger, patron of multiple professions. Roman analogous deity was Mercury--"

Wait, why should he even answer the questions of this guy? He shuts his mouth, and refuses to continue.

"You're from a different pantheon! You have nothing to do with my god."

"I already knew most of that." Although the fact that he may have a counterpart arriving at any part of time unnerves him a little. He can't help but picture cold gray eyes framed by platinum blond hair, staring down at him in disapproval...

He shakes the thought from his head and steps right into Genos's personal space. "Which one of them came first, the Greek or the Roman god? Tell me, I have to know."

Then he scoffs at Genos's protest, flipping his bangs out of his face with a flick of his wrist. "My rivalry with Saitama has nothing to do with pantheons and has existed since before either of obtained godhood. I'm not going to just drop it because we "have nothing to do with each other," or anything like that."

"Why does that even matter which was first? If you wanted to follow your paradigm, you'd focus more on relying messages, rather than stealing things" Genos is pretty sure it's just an excuse anyway.

"It just is!" He can't stand the thought of living in anyone else's shadow. It's bad enough, being so completely eclipsed by Saitama, if someone else were to show up who might overtake him, he didn't know what he'd do. "I doubt you could ever possibly understand my feelings, you've never had to fight for recognition in your life."

With that, he turns away and storms over to a shelf full of accessories, such as stockings and arm warmers. "Anyway, it's hard to focus on delivering messages when there's nothing for me to deliver. I checked the mailbox this morning when I left. And besides, thievery is one of the professions I'm the patron of. I should think a little shoplifting fits well within my expected paradigm."

Genos is surprised by this sudden reaction, but all it does is make his eye open a bit wider.

"I can't know that, shinki, remember?" Not having memories, means he can't even answer accusations like that. But yes, while he might not remember anything about then, he knows that right now he cares little about recognition. He just wants to fulfill his duty well, and if anyone is going to recognize that, it will be his god.

"It was Hermes that was first. From what I understood, Roman pantheon is heavily based on Greek one."

"I can know that! I am a GOD, and I am from YOUR world!" Granted, he doesn't actually know anything about Genos's life, but he can make educated guesses based on what he does know. Genos has at least two people in his personal life who support him, Saitama and the person who built him, and dear god, all the screaming fans and newspapers rushing to kiss his ass.

A little bit of the tension leaves his shoulders when Genos answers his question, something not unlike relief flooding his system. If someone did show up who would try to take his place, at least he was here first. It's a cold comfort, but he was here first. That, at least, cannot be taken from him.

"Thank you."

He's being... thanked? That means, he has to be civil too.

"Greek mythology is well documented, and widely present in pop-culture. It shouldn't take long to find some solid information about it. Nearly any library will have something about it." Inheriting library of previous Radegast has it's perks, at least he didn't need to run frantically searching for any scrap of info in unfamiliar place.

Akhem. That "his world" comment makes him curious. He wants to ask "did you knew me?", because everything points to that. Or maybe he does carry something truly unique to their world, that is unmistakable for someone else from it? If so, then what is it. Can he use it to identify others like him? Can he use it to learn more about himself?

All those questions, and he can't even force himself to ask out loud any of them. With a frustrated "tch" sound he just runs fingers through his hair.

Sonic might be a dick, but at least he's not ungrateful.

"Hm, I'll make it a priority to look into when I feel sufficiently settled. This week is turning out to be surprisingly busy."

He watches Genos's face as he thinks, his lips quirked up into a small smirk. It's not hard to guess the direction of Genos's thoughts, especially when he looks so conflicted. It's just a subtle furrowing of Genos's brow, a slight downturn of his lips, but the desire to question is clear.

"We're not well acquainted," he offers helpfully, turning back to the clothing. "It's better to say I know of you, and we've... sparred briefly."

He glances at Genos. "Much like the behavior you've demonstrated at the sakura viewing, you were quite determined to keep me from Saitama. I could not tell you anything more."

That's a lot of information to take. It basically confirms the suspicion he had, that his god knew him before- well, before his death. He'd try to wrangle more of the story out of Sonic, if not for the absolute and dominating premonition of "DO NOT".

Maybe he'll one day overcome that, but that won't be today. He just nods, mutters a thanks, and turns around to disengage before he learns of more things he's not supposed to know.

Add never really planned to go clothes shopping, but it just so happens that Hardcore Subject is located close to an electronics store. Although, technically he came out here to buy baking supplies, but then he couldn't just pass up an opportunity to get some proper tools and materials for his robotics work...

He lingers outside the store for awhile, leaning on a stolen shopping card loaded with spoils as he contemplates how much longer he has before the groceries will start to go bad. Clothes aren't a major priority, but it would be nice to have something a little more casual to wear on occasion. His armoured suit isn't the comfiest thing to wear. Maybe he can make just one more stop before heading back to the temple.

Besides, the clothes here look pretty cool. He eyes a wall of edgy tryhard hoodies covered in skulls and flames and stuff as he rolls his cart inside. One at the end of the row catches his eye—neon purple on black stripes, with a pair of pointed cat ears poking out of the hood.

He's so enamoured by the garish design that he accidentally rams his cart into someone.

Sonic looks up from the rack of tights as someone cries out in pain, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. As it turned out, someone managed to maneuver a whole shopping cart into the small, cramped clothing store, and hit someone with it.

Well, that was surely inevitable, but it's impressive that he managed to get it so far in the first place.

Then again, with the way the poor victim waved the incident off as being clumsy, maybe it wasn't that impressive after all. And hadn't he seen that guy before?

He wanders over, putting one hand on his hip and arching an eyebrow. "That's quite the collection you've got going."

Ramming into an innocent shopper is enough to snap him back to attention, at least. It's a bit embarrassing to space out like that... but since they're from the Near Shore, it doesn't really matter. It's not like anyone will remember he was here. He grumbles and pulls his cart back a bit so the kid can get back up and out of his way. Where is that hoodie again...?

... except he was seen, he realizes once a familiar god approaches. Add scoffs, glancing off to the side. He might be a tiny bit embarrassed.

"That it is, so keep your hands to yourself. 'Honour among thieves', correct?"

"Relax, you have nothing I want," he says with an amused snort, flicking his wrist dismissively. "Ekko, maybe, but I believe I left him to his own devices in the electronic store anyway, so you have nothing to worry about."

He cocks his hip to the side, tilting his head the same direction. "And just what are you doing in here with such an encumbering haul?"

Edited 2016-07-06 01:10 (UTC)

He relaxes a little, though he's still gripping his cart protectively. He's learned from a few other stores that leaving his cart unattended for too long tends to get it noticed. Not that he can't just steal his stuff back again, but still...

"What does it look like?" he replies. Obviously, he's shopping. "It's annoying to have to wear the same clothes every day, so I came here. Is that a problem?"

"No, of course not," he snorts, arching an eyebrow in amusement. "I'm just curious as to why you chose here. I've never known stores like these to be... particularly popular, outside of certain subcultures."

He stares blankly for a moment, then pauses to try and discreetly glance around the store a little. It seems like an ordinary store... why would it be unpopular? A lot of the stuff on the racks looks pretty cool to him...

Actually, why would he care if it's unpopular? After failing to notice anything odd, he goes back to scowling at Sonic. Is he trying to hog this store for himself or something?

"And what would those subcultures be? You were here first, so obviously you must be familiar." That's at least half a genuine question, even if his tone doesn't suggest it. He really has no idea.

"Oh, you know. The anti-establishment, punk bitches..." He smirks, pulling a Ninja Anime t-shirt out of his bag of stolen swag. "Weebs."

... Nevermind, this explanation is only making him more confused. It's hard to even get mad when he has no idea if he's being insulted or not. The design on that shirt doesn't really suit his style, but he doesn't see anything wrong with it.

"Not really, no... What's a weeb?"

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