Sanzo wasn't sure if this guy was really dense or fucking with him. He held out a hand for the bird, who clung to a finger once it was release. It set to picking at Sanzo's sleeve in between mimicking jumbled sections of Saitama's words. The other bird was left in place. Occasionally Sanzo had a sense of humor.

Two more birds joined them now they had finished hopping around nearby, content to stay with their owner, mostly because he glared at them when they made a go for Saitama.

"They're not defective, that's what they do. Messengers. Still pretty useless." Okay he couldn't stand it anymore. "What are you wearing?"