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I just KNOW they would be bffs

LOOK AT THEM 😫😫😫😫😫😫

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"You're complaining about me not breaking into your apartment?" Hiro countered, if only blandly because the thought had also been on his mind.

The more things changed.

"Not a lot of climbing to do around the house." Some days he didn't even bother climbing the stairs out of the basement but saying that out loud made it more obvious that he probably wasn't doing quite as well as he hoped people glossed over and ignored. He assumed Tony would, because Tony was busy with work and classes and he was engaged now. And those were all very big things, some of them felt much bigger than Hiro could wrap his brain around even if that brain processed very quickly. Processing people and their actions had always been a little more difficult.

But he didn't really try to, clearly Tony was happy and while he wasn't the best at sorting through the emotional reactions of people he could tell that and he could be happy for his friend.

It probably meant Tony was getting ready for all those big, adult life things and did Hiro feel a little strange about that? Yes. He'd only known Tony a few years and it felt too soon, it felt too much like he'd always felt; the kid left behind because everybody else was living in a different frame.

"I can go knock over one of the gnomes on the balcony if it'll make you feel better." He was only mostly joking, he missed so much about the normality in even that.

@foreverydinger

Reconnection || Toro

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It was a strange, throwback sort of feeling; watching Luca trying time and time again with that inhaler. In a way it reminded him of Tadashi hard at work on his next big plan to change the world for the better. And he really would have, Hiro thought, if only he'd had the time to do so. But he hadn't, and that had been Hiro's fault in the end; he'd robbed the world of the good things his brother would have invented to help people.

He didn't know much about the medical side of science, and it was never going to be the same but maybe helping Luca was at least doing a little something his brother would have approved of.

"That's the plant, isn't it? The medication?" He didn't understand everything about how biology worked for elves, but he had learned a lot living with two of them, and part of what he had learned was chemical medication simply did not work for them. He had heard Ian talking about something similar when it came to anxiety medication and his failed efforts there. There were a lot of complications when someone wasn't entirely human.

"Maybe you'd have better luck if you didn't mix it all from the start?" He suggested. "If the salt is too big maybe you can't use a single chamber for the inhaler. The cartridge part might be able to hold the water and the medication but if you're working with two different sizes you might have to have two different chambers."

It was all speculation at best of course, that's what most science was in the beginning. But Luca was clearly frustrated and he wanted to try to help if nothing else to get them thinking about the problem beyond just the singular focus of it. He knew how easy it was to get stuck on a point and lose sight of the rest of the project.

"This is the sort of stuff that my brother did, he would have been more helpful than I am." But there was little changing that. "He worked in medical tech, was working on diagnostic and mental health aids. He designed the prototype of my prosethic, but I'm sure at the time he was working on it he didn't think anyone he knew was going to need something like that."

But that was just like Tadashi; he didn't just think about the people directly around him, he had thought of helping far beyond himself.

@lucathedreamer

Better Distractions || Techno Wave

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nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words

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"Wow. Brag much?"

BIG HERO 6: THE SERIES 2.04 - Something's Fishy

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Didn't Take a Whole Day

Cass: "Hiro, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day?"

Hiro: "It... it didn't take me the whole day..."

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Trust (Hal Hartley, 1990)

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Hiro rarely used the front door, so it felt odd to be standing at it, waiting for it to open. When he and Aunt Cass had lived above Tony and Ian's apartment it had been more of a challenge, and thus more interesting, to climb down to the balcony, or up to it on his way home. Or in plenty of cases just to camp out there nights he'd been sneaking back too late and didn't want to risk waking her up and have to answer about where he had been.

But that had changed. Everything always seemed to change. And he missed it; something so simple that he missed it so very much. Some part of him missed the simplicity of his first few months in town when feeling out of place was natural, expected, and certain to fade with time.

But it never had and it Hiro missed the grounding feeling that had come in his barging into the apartment on his own or with Luca in tow had been a nuisance, no doubt, but never so much of one that they hadn't been welcome there. Sometimes he felt like he wasn't sure what he was welcome anymore and that was probably just the darkest corners of his brain telling him the worst but it was a hard feeling to shake.

He tried not to think about it right then because he wasn't there to relive some sort of nostalgia, he was there because Luca had asked to borrow a textbook Ian had used the year before and since Luca spent most of their time working on their project in the basement it had been too hard to say no when they had asked him to go pick it up instead.

Luca was his best friend, it was always difficult to say no when they asked for something, especially something so simple.

So they had texted Ian and gotten the message back that he wasn't home at the time but Tony was, and it felt like even though he did occasionally see Tony at town events it wasn't often because he didn't go to many himself anymore. And when he did go he didn't make a point of being overly social.

He missed that too; it was strange to think that it felt like he hadn't seen Tony in such a long time even though he was within walking distance.

@foreverydinger

Reconnection || Toro

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Reconnection || Toro

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Hiro was not, in fact, in the right area of campus. Technically he wasn't really even supposed to be on campus for a few more weeks, but he had entirely misplaced Luca. And had only vaguely recalled them mentioning something about paperwork they had to take to one of their classes before the school semester started again. What should not have been a problem, Luca usually had some classes that overlapped Hiro's given they were both working on a variation of engineering degree, but somewhere during his efforts to track Luca down in the usual places he had not been paying attention to where he was going.

It probably didn't help that Mochi was sprawled across his shoulders like a furry rug, purring with a metallic rattle as he had insisted on coming along for the adventure. The cat had grown bored with simply staying at the house, complained often about not getting to roam around the dorms once Hiro had moved into the house instead; and Mochi bored usually meant Mochi entertaining himself. Which could always end in the badly.

The two had been arguing via that electronic mental link, texting back and forth from the internalized server in the AI feline's skull and the one in Hiro's, and somehow Hiro had stumbled in...where was he? He didn't recognize the guy at all.

"This is not the engineering building," Hiro noted, a bit of an overstatement of the obvious, yes.

@professor-lungri

class in session || open

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The past few months in the house had been... complicated, to say the least. Riley had run off with the intention of never coming back, had come back, and since then was on some quest to figure out their life and Luca was a walking thunderstorm of unstable emotion because of Milo.

Which Hiro did, in fact, fully blame Milo for because as much as he still, well, Hiro's own Pip-related feelings were anything but simple, it was still a real jerk move in his opinion to just leave your partner to help your friend move somewhere else.

Even if Luca hadn't made a big deal about it, it was a big deal, and seeing them so upset in the weeks after wasn't something Hiro intended to forget. Was it holding a grudge because someone had hurt his best friend? Absolutely. A grudge he intended it to continue to hold.

But he couldn't say that, because Luca had enough on their mind and even with his sometimes shaky grasp of how to make other people feel better Hiro knew that would have definitely had the opposite effect.

Between Riley and Luca he barely knew what to do to keep things from turning into a mess around the house, but he was trying. And that trying had also meant he had to practically ignore Ari's messages lately, even though he didn't want to and he knew he probably shouldn't have; there was just only so much space in a day and he had to focus his attention away from his own things and on the more pressing matters.

Like Luca, sitting there with their inhaler, trying once again to adapt the sort of science that wasn't really accessible to people who weren't human, because science was rather biased like that.

"Fixed what?" Hiro knew what Luca was working on, but sometimes the easiest way to reset someone's brain on a project was to break that chain of them overthinking it in their own head and make them vocalize it instead.

@lucathedreamer

Better Distractions || Techno Wave

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NAME: Hiro Hamada

ASSIGNED SIDNEYLAND: Camelot 

JOB TITLE & ASSIGNMENT: Maintenance

FAVORITE RIDE/ATTRACTION: Voyage of the Haunted Starliner

YEARS EMPLOYED AT SIDNEYLAND: 1 year

BIOGRAPHY:

CW: Mention of death, arrest, explosion/fire, injury

Hiro is a certified genius; unfortunately it's impulse control that generally gets him in trouble. 

Academics always came incredibly easy to Hiro, he followed in his late biological parents’ footsteps from the very beginning, right alongside the older brother he idolized. School went by quickly, he graduated high school at fourteen, college at seventeen, and moved to San Francisco where Tadashi had relocated a few years before. A job in robotics development was waiting for him; Hiro jumped at the chance. 

The problem came with Hiro's ego; he was exceptionally good at working around what people told him was impossible, but sometimes things were impossible for a reason. He found that out when he managed to blow an entire section of one of the labs up during his experiments. Most of the damage was structural but Hiro injuries required substantial repair as well. Plus he damaged part of a multibillion dollar research lab and that didn't really go over too well with either the authorities or the investors. 

He had a small arrest record by the time he went to work but all his infractions were as a minor so they were dropped once he turned eighteen and, at the time, Hiro managed to step around the system and get what he wanted. 

That time around it was a little more complicated.

The compromise was one he's not thrilled with; he came away from it with a state of the art prosthetic thanks to Tadashi’s research in medical technology but he's also on probation for the next few years, specifically work release. He was sent back to Florida, to the aunt who raised him, assigned a job where he could be out of the way until his probation was up and he would hopefully stay out of trouble.

Those hopes were probably misplaced; Sidneyland has some very high tech animatronics and Hiro isn't interested in being held back by working for anyone else anymore. He might be stuck on maintenance but it gives him the perfect chance at the inside view of how things around the park work, specifically things he thinks might be very useful in his own research once he can finally get out of that place. 

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Most things went unsaid, Hiro had discovered that. The dramatics of big confessions were appealing, in some ways. But was life really like a movie? Maybe in some universe, but in that one? Where magic was the norm but there wasn't any magical fix where the story had the perfect ending?

The problem with perfect endings was that everybody's perfect wasn't quite the same; Hiro didn't even know what his was supposed to look like yet and for all his certainty Pip likely didn't either.

Maybe Pip was right, maybe Pip didn't know he was right, or even what he was right about. He wasn't sure if the comment was purposed or not; he understood computers better than people and that hadn't changed much over time. Maybe in small ways, but less in the ways that probably counted.

But he did understand leaving people behind and wondering about all the might have been to it. That wasn't what he wanted to leave Pip with; he had a future to chase and who knew what he would find there.

Knowing Pip it would be something messy in the best and the worst ways, but he hoped even that gave him what he was looking for.

I want to, but it's not going to mean you won't be gone.

Some confessions belonged in their own time, and that time wasn't right at the very beginning. It was Pip's beginning, wasn't it?

He didn't know how many text messages would go without replies or calls unanswered, lost in the busy pacing of Pip's new life; forever felt outlandish but he did regret missed time.

"The world isn't that big," he mused, more for the sake of reminding himself with that grounding touch, "you need me for anything tell me, I'll figure out something."

Because it was too easy to lose people, sometimes no more than a blink.

He paused, then smiled, the same way he'd had at every one of Pip's wild ideas or self-indulgent proclamations of his big plans that he always believed Pip would make happen, somehow. The same way he probably always would.

"That city better appreciate it's getting you," Hiro added, then the smile shifted to a laugh, an old conversation, the nostalgia of it. "I'm expecting infomercial famous."

Because wasn't that the height of success? Or it had been, once upon a time in a conversation over coffee years ago that had given Hiro something he hadn't expected; his first big lovesick crush, yes, but also his first friend after his world had fallen apart.

@exsqueak-me

The Hardest Part of Goodbye || Hip