"Thanks. I think I have an idea," he said as he stepped off the tongue, a litany of "thank god thank god" going through his head now that he was getting far away from that shoe-melting tongue. He started to run, a normal run for now as he's still within the other man's sight, shouting, "I'll be back!"
But as soon as he rounded the corner, he took off running the run of a man wanting to get far, far away from danger. He had absolutely no intention of returning. Just go home to his temple (he was so panicked he didn't even stop to think he could just teleport there) and hide for awhile and pretend this wasn't shameful.
His mad dashing was interrupted by him tripping over someone's cleaning supplies they had rudely left out in the middle of the hall. He all but face-planted to the ground, the sound of broomsticks and mopsticks clattering to the ground. Cursing in pain, he rolled over and seeing all those sticky tools remembered his earlier idea of using them as maybe some kind of tongs, as stupid as that would look and as dangerous it would still be. But technically Hijikata would be inbetween him and the tongue, at least, if he did it from over his shoulder. . . .
He stared at the cleaning supplies long and hard, to the point Hijikata has to be suspicious by now that King hasn't returned. After weighing many pros and cons and thinking about how someone like Saitama would be disappointed in him, he cursed again, picked up 2 brooms and a mop and started to run back the way he had just come.
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But as soon as he rounded the corner, he took off running the run of a man wanting to get far, far away from danger. He had absolutely no intention of returning. Just go home to his temple (he was so panicked he didn't even stop to think he could just teleport there) and hide for awhile and pretend this wasn't shameful.
His mad dashing was interrupted by him tripping over someone's cleaning supplies they had rudely left out in the middle of the hall. He all but face-planted to the ground, the sound of broomsticks and mopsticks clattering to the ground. Cursing in pain, he rolled over and seeing all those sticky tools remembered his earlier idea of using them as maybe some kind of tongs, as stupid as that would look and as dangerous it would still be. But technically Hijikata would be inbetween him and the tongue, at least, if he did it from over his shoulder. . . .
He stared at the cleaning supplies long and hard, to the point Hijikata has to be suspicious by now that King hasn't returned. After weighing many pros and cons and thinking about how someone like Saitama would be disappointed in him, he cursed again, picked up 2 brooms and a mop and started to run back the way he had just come.