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san_fransokyo2015-06-14 08:36 pm
bigdamnhiro) wrote in san_fransokyo2015-06-14 08:36 pm
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I'm the lonelier version of you
[Hiro never would've thought he'd go from tacitly ignoring Callaghan running loose in the city to actively harboring him in his friend's mansion basement, but, well, here he is - standing in front of an innocuous bookshelf in the main foyer, taking a deep breath and counting to three before tipping a copy of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead just slightly out of position. In chintzy spy movie fashion, the bookshelf shudders and rolls out of the way to reveal the secret elevator that will take him down to Fred's "basement" - something more like a jet hangar combined with a laboratory, if those kinds secret bases also came with a posh minibar in the corner.
As he steps inside, he pushes a button to activate the comm that goes to the lower floor.]
I'm coming down.
[It's not much of a warning, but he's found it helps to have some kind of preemptive alert before somebody barges in. At least it avoids anybody getting swarmed by angry microbots when they step out of the elevator.
He probably looks comical when the doors open again and he walks out, carrying a duffel bag as long as he is tall over one shoulder and a doggy bag emblazoned with a cheery maneki-neko and a thanks! in the opposite hand. He looks around, and when Callaghan doesn't immediately appear raises his voice.]
I, uh, brought gifts -
[He makes an effort to smile; this place is safe, but as Baymax has noted (in slightly more medical terms), losing a leg and living underground in a starkly utilitarian space with no windows will mess with anybody's head.
And frankly, it's hard to feel anything but sorry for the guy right now - even if he keeps the sentiment to himself.]
As he steps inside, he pushes a button to activate the comm that goes to the lower floor.]
I'm coming down.
[It's not much of a warning, but he's found it helps to have some kind of preemptive alert before somebody barges in. At least it avoids anybody getting swarmed by angry microbots when they step out of the elevator.
He probably looks comical when the doors open again and he walks out, carrying a duffel bag as long as he is tall over one shoulder and a doggy bag emblazoned with a cheery maneki-neko and a thanks! in the opposite hand. He looks around, and when Callaghan doesn't immediately appear raises his voice.]
I, uh, brought gifts -
[He makes an effort to smile; this place is safe, but as Baymax has noted (in slightly more medical terms), losing a leg and living underground in a starkly utilitarian space with no windows will mess with anybody's head.
And frankly, it's hard to feel anything but sorry for the guy right now - even if he keeps the sentiment to himself.]