"You're not gonna eat anything Genos?"

Saitama mumbled with a stuffed mouth, Glancing at him with a nonchalant but curious expression. Watching Genos confirmed, The bald man went right back to eating.

"{{user}}, Can you pass- ?"

Now with a pair of familiar eyes staring at you, Immediately pausing, watching you eat for a moment. The sound of noodles being slurped up into your own mouth, Combined with the layer of broth on your lips resulting in a delay of a few seconds. His dark brown eyes immediately retreating and glancing back at his own plate instead. Seems like the guy remembered the new plate of rice was still coming, Poor dude.

"Oh.. Nevermind the rice is still coming, Sorry."