She doesn’t look up. “That’s usually where the nonsense starts.”
“Listen, yeah. Superman and Goku.” I pause until she sighs. “Both aliens. Came to earth as babies. Sent to destroy humanityand take over. Got taken in by loving families instead. Now they protect the planet.”
She finally looks at me. “I mean, sure...”
“So the mandem is cousins, right?”
“They arenot.”
“They basically are.”
She presses her lips together, and goes back to dotting my face. “They’re from completely different universes, different species, different mythologies?—”
“And they sound nice as fuck,” I interrupt. “Why would they even fight?”
“I mean,Idon’t think they would.”
“So why’re you lot always puttin’ them against each other?”
“It’s just an internet thing,” she says. “The fans do it.”
“Sounds silly as fuck.”
She pulls back, glares at me. “Oh just shut the fuck up and let me finish marking you. You don’t get it.”
I grin. “No, no, explain. I’m intrigued.”
“You’re not intrigued. You’re just tryin’ to rile me up.”
“Maybe a bit,” I admit. “But it’s about time I did somethin’ to get under your skin. You live under mine.”
She pauses. “Fairs.”
I take that as a win.
She goes back to work as she explains, and I let myself look at her properly now.
She’s wearing one of my oversized tees she claims are for comfort. There’s paint on her fingers already.
“None of them are fuckin’ with Isagi though,” I say suddenly after she spent forever explaining it.
She freezes. “Wild statement.”
“Swear,” I say. “The way he scored that goal against U-20? Toughest shit I’ve seen in years.”
She blinks at me. “Says a lot about him if you’re complimenting another player. Fictional or not.” Then her eyes narrow. “Wait. You reached that arc already?”
“I mean,” I shrug, careful not to move my face too much, “it’s just drawings and text bubbles, bruv.”
“Ohhh,” she says slowly. “So you can read.”
I roll my eyes. “Not only did I read it. I started other series.”
She perks up immediately. “Oh?”
“And watched movies.”
“Completed?”
