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WHO: Saitama and Genos
WHERE: Their apartment
WHEN: A million years ago, aka after fighting rampaging Stark suits
WHAT: Genos got a bit broken
WARNINGS: Some talk of broken robot arm and face

[First thing was first when they got back to the tiny apartment: hitting up the toilet. The food poisoning or whatever was still kicking around, and he had to hold back during his fighting. He hadn't been outside for that long, but it was long enough.

Second thing was him coming out and tugging off his poor, burned up clothing to throw away and swap out with another galaxy cat shirt and boxers from the closet. As he does all this, he talks to Genos:]

How you doin'? How's the arm?

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It suffered some damage.

[ Now that they're home, Genos can finally check for malfunctions in his body. The arm seems to be non responsive, and limp. But Genos did not get a warning of structural integrity damage, so it probably got only dislocated. Which can be a serious issue in a fight, but shouldn't be overly difficult problem to fix. ]

Some scratches here and there, but nothing requiring immediate attention, and-oh, this.

[ Yeah he's still clutching the skin flap from his jaw and wondering what to do with it. A glue won't work. Maybe sewing it back in place would do the job? ]

How are you feeling? You don't seem well.

[Genos doesn't sound too concerned, and while he was good at bluffing some things Saitama knows he wouldn't lie about damages. Or he at least THINKS he knows Genos wouldn't lie. It helps assuage his worry some, but he still is, because what if it was minor but still something the doctor would need to take care of?

He sits down on the opposite side of the table from Genos and his...skin flap...]

Better than I was earlier. I must have ate something bad.

[Or he had eaten 2 pounds of chocolate in 2 hours from a gift given to him by a thankful candy shop owner he had saved last night. But it couldn't possibly be that. Which was why he is sticking his hand back into the bag to eat more of what little chocolate was left.]

The food here is definitely different from back home. [ Though many ingredients are the same, it's just the type and prevalence is different. More milk and bread, then rice. ] I need to home-cook more often. Let's make udon with what we can find.

[ He grabs his limp arm, while he's talking and attempts to make it work. He stops suddenly as if he got an idea. ]

Sensei, do you have a first aid-kit?

[ He could glue that part of skin with a band-aid ]

Yeah, they really like butter here.

[He says, after shoving 3 tootsie rolls into his mouth, making a wad of chocolate in his cheek. But he gets a little excited about udon, and with Genos around now, longer shopping trips might be less of a chore.]

If we go to one of the other cities we might be able to find the right noodles! But, uh . . . no, I don't. Maybe a neighbor will?

[ Genos does few more attempts to correct his arms, and with an annoyed hiss, he starts... unbolting some things. Few clicks, pushes and snap- the arm comes off and he puts it on the table. ]

I'll go buy it later then. Looks like it's true, a first-aid kit is a necessity in every household

[He watches him do all that, feeling a little worry come back in his stomach. (Or was that the wad of tooties rolls he just swallowed.)]

What were you even hoping to fix with a first aid kit??

My face. [ Genos raises that part of torn skin and puts it to his cheek, roughly in the area where it was cut off - but a bit too high. Either way it won't stick on it's own, so he puts it away, and points at the arm- ]

I- might need assistance with that, sensei.

[He'll have to ask about what he was hoping to do with a first aid kit to fix his face, but first, addressing the arm.]

Why'd you take it off in the first place if you were just gonna put it right back on?

[This guy sometimes, he swears to God.]

I need to see if everything is right with the joint connection. [ And he starts to handle his arm with one hand, and inspect it's upper part. Kind of not easy to manipulate that thing with just one hand, but it looks like Genos has some experience in that ]

The assistance will be required when I'll try to put it back on.

Which is soon.

[ But then he realizes that-- ]

If this makes you uncomfortable, sensei, just say. I'll try and handle it myself [ He might be used to removing limbs, but not everyone might be ]

[He gives him A Look and cocks his head slightly.]

Dude, I've carried you back to your doctor's when you were nothing but a head and, like, a quarter of your torso. Your arm sitting on the table ain't a big deal.

[Not to mention all the ways he's taken care of monsters... He is not squeamish about these things.

He watches as Genos messes around with the arm, curious.]

...hey, I'm not a scientist or nothing, but think I can help with that? If you need it.

It was polite to ask. [ Genos... half shrugs. But that's the main reason of him asking there. It's Saitama's apartment, and well, Saitama might be one of the rare people he's very polite to. Usually. ]

I would be grateful for help. Fortunately it's not that complicated. [ Genos grabs the arm and hands it to Saitama ] I don't really see what the issue might be, aside from few scratches, and dents it looks fine. Hopefully it got only dislocated and has to be properly re-hooked.

[ He moves away from the table, along with his chair, so the table won't get in a way. His body was designed with easy customization in mind, but he still find it easier to change hands, than whole arm. There was a reason the ARMSMODE suitcase were a thing for a while, as they allowed him to change weapons without going through bother of unhooking arms. ]

[He picks up the arm, taking a gander at the place where it would join, see the doodads and thingamabobs that would attach to other doodads and thingamabobs, just to make sure he does it right. He walks over to his side, leaning in to take a peek at his shoulder, before trying to fit the parts together.]

I've also helped with wires at construction jobs.

[That may be an odd statement, but he's thinking in terms of if there's any cut or messed up wires he might be able to repair them. He wouldn't be able to rewire a whole arm, probably, but soldering two broken ends together, sure.]

...so if it's a wire issue, you could handle it?

[ Now Genos is looking at him very hopefully. Complicated electronic things are not his forte. Which might be unfortunate when your whole body is build from them. But hey, there is no guarantee that a computer programmer could repair a hard-drive or some other busted computer part. Being expert user of hardware, doesn't equal expertise in fixing it. ]

Yeah, maybe? If we can tell where the wire went. I dunno how to figure that stuff out, it was always marked when they had be do stuff like that.

[He puts the arm joint to the shoulder, and with one hand on each he pushes it in to hook up, his strength making it easy to fit bits together and twist to lock in.]

But otherwise . . . Ah, there we go.

[He let's go of Genos, but as soon as his hands let go the arm drops to the ground heavily.]

[ Genos looks down at his arm, he's trying to move it but it doesn't respond. It should be all connected but it doesn't work. When he looks back at Saitama he's very mildly horrified. ]

We can check it while connected, I can run diagnostics for that sub-system.

[ Yeah, let's keep it cool, totally. He reaches a bit behind his arm, then under it, unhooking something, but the limb doesn't come off this time. It's part of the bicep plating that does, uncovering some of the machinery and cables underneath. ]

The blue cable is the most important one and it should be fine. Maybe it's something with power transfer?

Uh, okay . . .

[He looks into the mess of cables and such, rubbing his chin. He's never seen it like this (not destroyed and hanging out in a sparking mess) so it's a little fascinating. But in the end he has to conclude:]

I don't know what a power transfer would look like.

[Help him.]

Red cable or just marked with red in short intervals. Also bigger then others as well. Maybe one of them is not connected? [ hopefully not cut or broken ]

It should be slotted into port near the top of the arm, if it's not, then that's the source of problem.

Okay...

[He pokes around in the wires, finding the right colored one, but having to trace it with fingers through masses of other wires to find its plug. It looks plugged in, but he unplugs it and plugs it back in anyway, like a true guy that knows nothing about electronics would try to do.]

How's that?

I got a short message about disconnection, and then re-connection of the power to the arm. So that's still working.

[ Then why can't he move the damn arm at all? If it's not power, than it must be nerve connection somewhere ]

Maybe it's the joint slot that's broken. I'll remove the arm again.

[ By joint slot he means the part that's in his torso. This is looking more and more serious, but hey, no panic! ]

[He waves Genos' working hand away, removing the arm for him himself and laying it out on the table. He crosses his arms, a look of consternation on his face that this hasn't be solved yet, but also attentive. He is the student now.]

All right, so what do I look for now?

Wish I knew!

[ That doesn't inspire confidence, does it? But he can't really look into his arm much, aside from maybe a glance, so he got only rough idea of how it should look like. ]

It should be all neatly lined up. Very sleek and round, so to say. To ensure full maneuverability of arm. You're looking for dents, or anything that sticks out. Part of the metal frame, loose cables things like that. Since it's partially open joint, there is a small possibility of something getting lodged inside of it, as well.

[He line faces at himg hard the "wish I knew". How was Genos supposed to survive here if he didn't even know that much?? Though, of course, Saitama was just overreacting. Or was he? God, anxiety was a hell of a thing.

He leans in and peers into the socket, one eye closed and one open like that will help somehow. He starts poking around in there, trying to see if there was debris or a broken wire or anything.]

Huh, this is probably kinda gross, isn't it? Like if you poked around in someone's armpity.

[ It's not noticeable, not at first glance. But at the second there is thin metal spike lodged into the joint. Probably a shrapnel from one of the explosions Genos got himself into. ]

Technically, it's more like if you were poking in someone's open joint, after they lost a limb.

[ Genos, bloody imagery is not going to help ]

[His eyes briefly flicker up as if to ask "Really?" but then returns to the gap in his body as he answers honestly:]

I still think poking at someone's hairy pit would be grosser, though.

[He feels something try to pierce his skin, and makes a short "ah" sound as he picks at it and eventually pulls out a sliver of . . . something. He also notices that whatever it was it caused a metal bit to dent.]

Hey, this might feel weird? Or maybe not. But just in case.

[He takes it in his fingers like he's pinching it, and with a quick twitch he straightens it out.]

[ Genos jumps in place as a weird feedback shoots through him suddenly. ]

It did feel weird.

[ He confirms. Again, there is a reason that most of maintenance happen on turned off sensory input ]

I'll check if the arm connects now.

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