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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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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.