Robert Callaghan // ʏ๏кคเ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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san_fransokyo2014-11-21 02:40 pm
pushtheboundaries) wrote in san_fransokyo2014-11-21 02:40 pm
@bigdamnhiro
[The potential here was impressive; had things gone differently, he would have enjoyed watching what Hiro developed over time. Perhaps he'd have had the opportunity to be here legitimately, as opposed to breaking and entering.
To be fair, he was trying his best to not make a mess. To be fair, the moment there was even a slight lapse in concentration, the microbots tried to swarm over everything and explore; it was a constant battle between investigation and restraint, but at least he'd a little bit of practice in controlling them at this point.
Still, as Callaghan flipped up some of the notes, he wondered just Hiro would have done with these, given a longer window to research and develop their usage. He'd no doubt have found and took steps to prevent a problem like this, before it had even become one; clearly, this was Robert's own mistake, one of many perhaps less-than-wise decisions he'd made.
They can't be taken back now. And he's at a complete loss as to how to deal with them, now, when there's no longer a band or mask involved in controlling the microbots, where they seem to respond to thought alone and things that he's relatively certain he didn't even think of in the first place.
He hopes he can convince Hiro to at least hear him out, but he also hopes he won't have to see Hiro at all, and that the answer is somewhere in his notes.]
To be fair, he was trying his best to not make a mess. To be fair, the moment there was even a slight lapse in concentration, the microbots tried to swarm over everything and explore; it was a constant battle between investigation and restraint, but at least he'd a little bit of practice in controlling them at this point.
Still, as Callaghan flipped up some of the notes, he wondered just Hiro would have done with these, given a longer window to research and develop their usage. He'd no doubt have found and took steps to prevent a problem like this, before it had even become one; clearly, this was Robert's own mistake, one of many perhaps less-than-wise decisions he'd made.
They can't be taken back now. And he's at a complete loss as to how to deal with them, now, when there's no longer a band or mask involved in controlling the microbots, where they seem to respond to thought alone and things that he's relatively certain he didn't even think of in the first place.
He hopes he can convince Hiro to at least hear him out, but he also hopes he won't have to see Hiro at all, and that the answer is somewhere in his notes.]
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Maybe he whines a little more than necessary; maybe he's hamming it up for sympathy points and leftover pastries from the bakery later. Not like he's going to be using the computer with his fingers all huge and band-aid covered. He pouts at Tadashi.]
I'm not letting you help unless you promise not to do anything stupid like jump between me and a bunch of glitchy microbots again.
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Maybe a little too thoroughly. Even with all those cuts, there's no way that many band-aids are necessary, especially not the pink ones with hearts on them. It'll be up to Hiro to decide later when proper bandaging ended and brotherly amusement took over... though frilly band-aid application will definitely slow after little demand.]
As the only person in the room that isn't currently bleeding, I feel like that's not really a reasonable request.
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[He holds his hands up to inspect the damage; half a dozen Hello Kitty faces and an army of little pink hearts isn't doing his public image any favors. He frowns. Good thing it's a weekend.
He'll get revenge later, somehow, but he doesn't have the heart to do it right now. He drops his hands back into his lap and sits still for a long moment, stealing furtive glances over at Tadashi, as if debating something. Eventually, reaching a conclusion, he scoots over, tucks himself under Tadashi's arm and just kind of...leans on him.
As close to actually saying so I kinda need a hug as he's gonna get.]
You scared me. I mean, all of it kinda scared me, but the part with you - that part scared me the most.
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He's a little surprised when Hiro scoots in close. Tadashi's always been the more physically affectionate one, and Hiro... well, he's a teenage boy with the same aversion to touchy-feely things as every other teenage boy on the planet. So when that action is coupled with the words that follow, the truth behind them seems to magnify ten fold.
Tadashi doesn't need further prompting to wind an arm around his brother's shoulders and give him a solid squeeze.]
... I was scared too. I got to walk in on my little brother bleeding and surrounded by microbots.
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He's trying to make up for that and do better. Trying. He's still a few years shy of learning how to think about consequences properly.
He huffs softly and curls into Tadashi, sheepish. He hasn't done this in years, not since he was little. Er. Littler.]
I had it under control. Mostly. He was about to leave when you showed up.
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Unfortunately, that knowledge isn't always something Tadashi stops to reference during sudden, high-stress situations. It's something he's trying to be better about, too. Something that Callaghan, of all people, is actually responsible for bringing into focus for him. He can't leave Hiro again. He can't, but at the same time, Tadashi can't stand the idea of his little brother getting hurt (or worse) while he's standing on the sidelines.
It seems they're at something of an impasse.
Get comfortable, Hiro, because Tadashi doesn't seem at all inclined to let go any time soon.]
... I don't trust him around you.
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So he doesn't argue back or tell Tadashi again to be more careful. But he sulks, and continues huffing quietly, so the message is clear enough.]
He didn't hurt me. [His eyes flick down to his bandaged fingers and he grimaces.] Much. And he's not gonna hurt anybody else, if I have anything to say about it.
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He relaxes back against the couch a bit, tugging Hiro with him.]
You know, I'm starting to think that armor thing might seriously be worth looking into at some point.
[Tadashi's not actually all that hype on the idea of being some kind of nerdy, vigilante superhero, but if it could mean some kind of middle ground between "I want to protect you" and "No, I want to protect you", well...]
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Yeah?
[He doesn't really know what else to say, so he doesn't for a little bit. He settles into the crook of Tadashi's arm, and yeah it's dumb, and he's too old for this, but he stays there anyway.
It's a constant reminder Tadashi's still here and okay. He wants to keep it that way.]
You don't have to wear tights, if you don't want to. All you'd really need is the basic safety features.
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Tadashi's not focused on anything in particular, looking out toward the opposite wall with a thoughtful little frown. He's still not all that into the idea, honestly, but whether he likes it or not? His little brother is a superhero now, and whether he's dealing with the microbots or stopping runaway trolleys, he's going to go out and get himself into situations that Tadashi is just not prepared to handle. Callaghan's visit (along with a few other encounters) made that especially clear.]
... I bet I could rig up a nano-particle display. Tie in a scanner, GPS...
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Hiro yawns, grinning with faint amusement at the idea. He had homework he was going to do tonight, but between the exhaustion moving in to replace the adrenaline rush from the Callaghan scare and a head swimming with ideas for Tadashi's armor, he's too tired to think about it. Blah.]
We could totally pimp your scooter, too.
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(Any more in-depth discussion they have on it later could get interesting when Tadashi shoots down any and all ideas that include even the vaguest suggestion of weapons.)
He looks down at Hiro again, his smile returning. Whatever they end up doing, right now? Hiro's safe, and calm even. That's all he needs to be content for the moment.]
After seeing how you pimped out Baymax, I'm can't even imagine what you'd do to my scooter.
[The shortest of guilty glances toward the door where his scooter is still lying on its side. He should probably pick that up at some point.]
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[Hiro continues mumbling off possible modifications as they pop into his head, breaking for the occasional yawn in between. Picking up the scooter may have to wait for droopy eyelids to finally shut and for Hiro to stop unconsciously snuggling up and trying to get comfortable.
It's been a long night, okay.]
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[A very long night, and Hiro obviously needs the rest. For a few seconds Tadashi waffles between letting him fall asleep right there and nudging the kid into using his actual bed. In the end he settles for a quiet suggestion.]
You know, you'd probably be more comfortable sleeping in a bed.
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S'not like I never sleep on this couch. It's fine.
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[With several walls and doors between Hiro and and anything that might hurt him. Never mind that the chances of Callaghan (or anyone) coming back around are pretty much nil.]
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Ugh, okay. If it makes you feel better. [He shoves off the couch with great effort, collecting a few things - his homework, what little is left of his microbot notes - and stuffing them in his backpack to carry upstairs.] Bet you just want the couch for yourself. Nerd.
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No way. Not when I've got a perfectly comfortable bed of my own.
[And one that happens to be in the same room as the dear little brother he's currently feeling extra protective of, even.]
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[He nudges against Tadashi as he passes, and as he usually does, jumps to grab the handle on the garage door and let his weight pull it part of the way shut, at least close enough that he can finish closing it with both feet on the ground. Which is a mistake, because he comes away waving his hands and hissing in pain.
It's like having a zillion paper cuts. God.]
Remind me not to do that again for a couple days. [He tucks his hands safely into his hoodie pockets.]
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[Tadashi winces sympathetically, heading over to use his perfectly healthy hands to be sure that the door's properly closed.]
C'mon, knucklehead. [Hope Hiro doesn't mind a quick hair ruffle before big bro sets a hand on his shoulder, gently nudging him toward the house proper.] Let's go get some actual sleep.