[He's so small...it's sort of baffling that he's so young and so little and yet he's doing big things. It's sort of reminiscent of something else that Hiro doesn't quite put a finger on. Still, those words needle at him and he scowls suddenly.]
Yeah, okay, but you're missing the point that they shouldn't be seen by people no matter what even if you're just going to lock it back up and keep that secret. And I never said it was okay for people to hurt people while hiding behind defenses of any kind, are you crazy? Is that really what you think all of this is about? [Hiro, he's a kid. Calm down.] This isn't a game. You get that, don't you?
[ The reaction doesn't necessarily surprise him, because it's something that is just... typical, he thinks. Kon knows that his thoughts and methods don't really jive with a lot of people, and it's an awareness that not many kids his age have, but his intelligence and circumstances forced him along even if his maturity hasn't caught up with it. ]
It's a challenge, but it's never a game. [ That gets snapped out, but it's not animated agitation. Boredom is what he says his main motivator is, and it's a little true, just not completely. ] Not everything can be done by superheroes - sometimes they come too late, and sometimes they never even know.
[ For a second, he looks like he's going to say more, but then he snaps his mouth shut and reins it back in. ]
What did you say? [It's the tone tied in with the words that suddenly makes Hiro sound a little more dangerous, face clouding over almost instantly. It's childish, and he knows it's childish, to think that everything can be fixed by superheroes but it comes from being one himself. He does his best to fix everything but Kon's right. Sometimes they come too late. Sometimes they never even know.
There's something about that reminder that's like a swift kick to the gut and Hiro's trying not to explode on the kid. First of all, Kon's younger and doesn't deserve that. Secondly, blowing their cover's a bad idea.]
Maybe you should look for a new challenge. [Not a suggestion. It's definitely a warning.]
[ Luckily for Hiro, Kon's just pegging him as a big fan of the six - the familiar red, armored fist had initially just made him think that the guy was uncreative, but now that he knows it's Hiro Hamada he figured it was just someone admiring another person's work. But he doesn't answer his question, mostly because it feels rhetorical, considering the way he reacts to him. There's that feeling that maybe he's in danger once more, and his entire body tenses up, poised all over again.
Instead of backing down, though, he swivels his chair with a nudge against the desk and goes back to his program, the files he's got queued up and the ones that he managed to get into alike, and the code that he'd modified to kill the power in Hiro's lab. ]
If you're gonna try and intimidate me, you'd be better off reporting me now. [ But he goes through a series of keystrokes, until he can return full power to the lab so that he won't be relying on the generator when he gets back. It also means he can send the files back, and restore the ones trapped in limbo with the outage. ]
[Hiro's young age is enough to let most people think he's just a fan of the six and it works to his advantage. He knows if anybody tried to turn him in for copyright issues or anything he could work his way around it but he does his best to try and keep himself as distanced from the six as possible.
He doesn't stop him from coding out his program and he remains silent even when Kon fixes everything. He's not sure what that means.]
...I'm not gonna report you. [There's a slightly narrowed gaze.] I've got something else in mind to deal with you.
[ Pausing for a moment as Hiro tells him there's no report in his future, Kon doesn't look away from his primary monitor but does take a moment before he goes back to typing. He saves and minimizes his program to assess later, removing Hiro's files from his systems and sending them back over as he chews his bottom lip.
It probably isn't much as an olive branch, but it's something at least. He doesn't beef up the defenses behind him, though. Just locks the door rather than arming the alarm system, basically. ]
Deal with me. [ Kon gives him a bit of a sideeye. ] What's that?
I don't think telling you right away is gonna help. [Give him a taste of his own medicine, basically. The moment he sees what Kon's done though he sits up taller, stretching his arms over his head and preparing himself to stand so he can leave.]
But you don't know when to quit even when being threatened with punishment. That right?
[ Letting out a soft tch, annoyance laced with disapproval not fit for an eleven year old, Kon pushes his chair back from his desk so that he can slide out of it and to his feet. He figures it'd be a good idea to start gathering his things up, since he's got so much spread out across his workspace, before Hiro departs.
Who knows if he set off alarms coming in, or if security will be doing any patrols. It'll take him a while to get to the hotel he's been camping in, anyways. ]
[Even if Kon's standing and gathering his stuff, Hiro's not quite moving yet. It's funny how he's almost as tall as the boy even when he's sitting and he watches him tidy up the computer lab. He's pondering on that, not entirely surprised by the answer but also alert for anybody who else might sneak up on them.]
Right. Then you'll see soon enough. [A beat.] What's your name, kid? [Another beat.] Your real one.
[ Tapping out a stack of papers to straighten them up, he slides them into his bag before he's deftly taking far bigger papers to roll up. Except then he realizes that his tube has rolled off under the desk, so he smacks Hiro lightly with them to get him to hold them and ducks down to retrieve it. If he's just going to sit there, he's going to be useful.
But an answer does come eventually, with obvious tones of having been distracted when he asked. ]
[He sits up, blinking in surprise that he's being smacked but obediently taking the papers and actually being somewhat nosy and looking them over. Useful and investigative. He can do both.]
Okay. Kon. [Awkward pause…] You already know my name, but…Hiro Hamada. I always feel really weird when people know my name before I can even introduce myself. [Awkward, more like, but that comes from a couple of things. He's watching the boy crawl around on the floor for a moment.] You know, I'm surprised you're out here this late. Most kids wouldn't be.
[Is he impressed? Concerned? Both? The world may never know.]
[ Under no grand illusion that Hiro isn't going to be nosy, Kon just stretches so that he can reach his tube and pops back up from under the desk with it, shuffling to his feet again. The papers are assignments more than anything, engineering blueprints for hypothetical tech. But in the midst of them are more complicated blueprints labeled with the name SENSAI CORP.
He holds his hand out for the papers after popping the lid off the tube. ]
Hiro. [ Sort of a nice to meet you, I guess with his tone, but he's not rude about it. Just a little wary, still. ] It's the only time I can work on personal projects without anybody bugging me. Everybody else is asleep in the dorms, and the security guard only patrols between reruns of Steel Samurai until his shift is over.
["The fuck is sensai corp?" He can't help but wonder, not so subtly shuffling some of the papers to really get a better look. Beyond that the blueprints are decent work and when he sees Kon's hand in his peripheral vision again he hands over all papers rather reluctantly.
He can't blame the kid for being wary after what Hiro just did.] Don't you have your own computer you can be using to work on stuff instead of sneaking around here? [He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but he's fishing. He's curious how often this occurs, where Kon's staying, more about his MO. Anything he can get.]
[ Rolling up the papers snugly, he deftly inserts them into the tube before capping it again and throwing the strap over his shoulder, unconcerned about whatever it is that Hiro saw. Sensai Corporation has only recently reared its head, and considering the sea of tech it's emerged in, he knows a lot of people aren't exactly aware of what they do - especially since they dabble in the entertainment industry as much as they help with medical advancements, things that a lot of businesses do in San Fransokyo. ]
'course I do. But this way, I have a whole system at my disposal and multiple screens for me to work with. [ He hefts up his messenger bag to throw over his other shoulder, looking up at him. Kon knows he's probably fishing. ] Not all of us have our own labs.
[He'll have to ask the others later. They might know more than he does thanks to being older and more aware of the happenings of the city. Fred especially might know based on how often he actually (surprisingly) watches the news.]
You also have a higher risk of being caught doing something you shouldn't and not being able to save your work fast enough. [Just a thought. Kid looks like he's ready though and so Hiro stands and picks up Baymax's case, waiting for Kon to move first.] And I earned that lab so don't even go there.
[More like inherited...but still.] How far's your dorm?
[ Admittedly, Hiro does bring up good points. Not exactly a surprise, but he just shrugs about them. Whatever he finds out when he leaves this place isn't something he's going to worry himself over, since he doubts he got that good a look. ] Most of my personal stuff can masquerade as schoolwork if someone doesn't look close enough. People get caught all the time doing late night homework.
[ Shit, Kon doesn't want to take him to the dorms - but he has a feeling that Hiro will walk him there, or tail him if he doesn't. With a sigh, he makes sure that the history on his computer is wiped before shutting it down. ] Only a couple minutes, and I don't have to leave the building.
[He's not wrong; that's exactly what Hiro's intentions are. It's not only so that he can tail the kid and make sure he's actually going home but also just to make sure he gets back safe. No wayward security guards or whatever. There's only a hum under his breath, no real words following but just enough to indicate a fair point.
[ Unable to help himself - he's eleven, he hasn't mastered the art of aloof composure yet - Kon gives him a bit of a sour look before he trudges to the door. He makes a point of touching it where it's supported just right so that it slides silently, giving away how often he's done this, before looking one way, then the other.
Coast clear, he slips out and gestures to indicate Hiro follow without looking back at him. Only when he's joined him in the hall does he close the door again in the same manner, and then he sighs again as he starts to make his way down the hall, pass classrooms and other computer labs, caution at every corner and sneakered feet quiet. ]
[He has enough grace not to laugh in the kid's face as he watches carefully, waiting for the door to slide open as he takes the suitcase and quietly follows him out. Judging by the way he's walking he's used to sneaking around places as well and he doesn't say anything once they close up the lab behind them. He follows the boy down the hall and stares over the top of his head, memorizing the way as they disappear deeper into the building.
He doesn't speak up, doesn't say "how far" or "where are we going" but trusting Kon to actually behave. He knows he can't control what will happen in ten minutes, but he can at least be aware of what's going on for the next five. The school's also deadly silent which is sort of alarming in and of itself. He's used to SFIT bustling even at the latest hours.
[ Kon has a feeling that the academy would be more active, more like SFIT, if they all weren't a bunch of underage kids. He's not even the youngest one here, and curfew is strict for everybody all the way up to eighteen if they're still here and not graduated. Nobody really wants to supervise them to make sure they're not making weapons or something like that - which, fair. They've got a lot of resources that would allow for some destructive shit to go down in the various labs.
But he's used to the silence, and getting around at night. He figures that if the security guard is around, he's either off watching dumb shows on his tablet or across campus. His only concern is Hiro. He doesn't look at him, though, and instead keeps going, until the labs and classrooms turn into the dorm, and he's digging around to pull out his wallet so that he can get his card key and give it a swipe through the dorm's scanner.
With a ping! and a green light, Kon shoulders his way in and braces himself.
There's some things in the room - clothes, books, assorted clutter of dismantled computers and robots and other tech - but a staleness that comes from general disuse and a bed that hasn't been slept in in a while. ]
[Then again, it's not like Hiro believes in curfews or such silly things anyway. He's always pushed the boundaries of everything, even long before the Six formed.
The silence is just starting to unnerve him when they reach Kon's room and he's about to usher him into his room and say goodbye when he really gets a good look at the inside of the room. Someone lives there, but it's not lived in. That much is obvious. It's the way his old bedroom felt at his parents' house when they were moving in with Aunt Cass after his parents died. It's the way sometimes Tadashi's side felt until Hiro banished the partition. It's concerning is what it is and he lift an eyebrow.]
Lot of late nights? [He goes with the easy route. He wouldn't blame Kon for pushing him for being nosy but this is not boding well with him for some reason.]
[ Curfews are for people who are more interested in rules than they are in progress, in Kon's opinion. Which is probably a good thing, because it means he has his particular lab all to himself most of the time. Sometimes, other people sneak in, and they basically just do their own things, leave each other alone.
But right now, having company isn't something he's that happy about. He doesn't look at Hiro as he moves to set his tube down against his desk, ignoring all of the junk and clutter and navigating it easily.
At least the question is easy to navigate, too. ] Lot of work to do, y'know. [ It'd be more believable if Kon looked at him as he says this, probably. ]
[Truth be told he doesn't care if Kon's happy or not. There's something itching in the back of his head that's telling him something's not right even if he can't wrap his head around it yet and his eyes move quietly over the room.]
Yeah. Believe me, I know. Thanks to somebody, I'm probably spending the night at my lab again. […this isn't his business even if he's nosy. The kid has a school of people to look after him. He'll be fine, right?]
Do me a favor and don't hack into my shit again. You seem like a smart kid. You can probably find something else to break into that's safer. [Subtly threatening middle schoolers: a Hiro Hamada story.]
[ Dumping his messenger bag off his shoulder, Kon drops into the chair at the desk, swiveling it around to look at him. He looks all of his eleven years old, vaguely petulant and slumped down so his feet actually properly reach the floor. He has no plans of staying in this room once Hiro leaves, but he sort of. Has to leave first. ]
You'd probably be better off scrapping the security you had originally and building a new one more independent of SFIT's. Their system isn't bad, exactly - it's just that once you hack into it, you can find workarounds for the customizations that people've built on top of it. [ No apology for what he's done, and he doesn't seem repentant at all about it, but at least he's giving him a clue as to how he got in in the first place.
And then he scrunches his nose. ] You still gonna "deal with me?"
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[He shifts the suitcase under his arm, frowning in thought as he thinks that through. That…makes a scary amount of sense. He should have thought of that himself and he nods slowly.]
I'll keep that in mind. Things have been kinda busy lately so I've been making do with what we have. [No apology's needed. It's good work. No good work should need an apology. He opens his mouth to address something, but his cell phone suddenly breaks the silence with a loud chirp twice in a row. Fishing it out, he looks at the screen and that frown deepens, eyebrows furrowing together as his nostrils flare and he jams the phone back into his pocket.]
Yes, but not now. I gotta go. [There's a new problem in the city. A text from Honey alerted him to danger and asked him to book it back to SFIT. He couldn't stay here any longer than necessary.] Think about what I said though.
[And he doesn't even look back, turning on his heel and quickly walking out of the room. It's only when he thinks Kon can't see him that he immediately bolts into a run to get back to his moped.]
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Yeah, okay, but you're missing the point that they shouldn't be seen by people no matter what even if you're just going to lock it back up and keep that secret. And I never said it was okay for people to hurt people while hiding behind defenses of any kind, are you crazy? Is that really what you think all of this is about? [Hiro, he's a kid. Calm down.] This isn't a game. You get that, don't you?
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It's a challenge, but it's never a game. [ That gets snapped out, but it's not animated agitation. Boredom is what he says his main motivator is, and it's a little true, just not completely. ] Not everything can be done by superheroes - sometimes they come too late, and sometimes they never even know.
[ For a second, he looks like he's going to say more, but then he snaps his mouth shut and reins it back in. ]
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What did you say? [It's the tone tied in with the words that suddenly makes Hiro sound a little more dangerous, face clouding over almost instantly. It's childish, and he knows it's childish, to think that everything can be fixed by superheroes but it comes from being one himself. He does his best to fix everything but Kon's right. Sometimes they come too late. Sometimes they never even know.
There's something about that reminder that's like a swift kick to the gut and Hiro's trying not to explode on the kid. First of all, Kon's younger and doesn't deserve that. Secondly, blowing their cover's a bad idea.]
Maybe you should look for a new challenge. [Not a suggestion. It's definitely a warning.]
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Instead of backing down, though, he swivels his chair with a nudge against the desk and goes back to his program, the files he's got queued up and the ones that he managed to get into alike, and the code that he'd modified to kill the power in Hiro's lab. ]
If you're gonna try and intimidate me, you'd be better off reporting me now. [ But he goes through a series of keystrokes, until he can return full power to the lab so that he won't be relying on the generator when he gets back. It also means he can send the files back, and restore the ones trapped in limbo with the outage. ]
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He doesn't stop him from coding out his program and he remains silent even when Kon fixes everything. He's not sure what that means.]
...I'm not gonna report you. [There's a slightly narrowed gaze.] I've got something else in mind to deal with you.
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It probably isn't much as an olive branch, but it's something at least. He doesn't beef up the defenses behind him, though. Just locks the door rather than arming the alarm system, basically. ]
Deal with me. [ Kon gives him a bit of a sideeye. ] What's that?
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I don't think telling you right away is gonna help. [Give him a taste of his own medicine, basically. The moment he sees what Kon's done though he sits up taller, stretching his arms over his head and preparing himself to stand so he can leave.]
But you don't know when to quit even when being threatened with punishment. That right?
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Who knows if he set off alarms coming in, or if security will be doing any patrols. It'll take him a while to get to the hotel he's been camping in, anyways. ]
S'one way of putting it, at least.
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Right. Then you'll see soon enough. [A beat.] What's your name, kid? [Another beat.] Your real one.
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But an answer does come eventually, with obvious tones of having been distracted when he asked. ]
Kon Shinonome.
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Okay. Kon. [Awkward pause…] You already know my name, but…Hiro Hamada. I always feel really weird when people know my name before I can even introduce myself. [Awkward, more like, but that comes from a couple of things. He's watching the boy crawl around on the floor for a moment.] You know, I'm surprised you're out here this late. Most kids wouldn't be.
[Is he impressed? Concerned? Both? The world may never know.]
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He holds his hand out for the papers after popping the lid off the tube. ]
Hiro. [ Sort of a nice to meet you, I guess with his tone, but he's not rude about it. Just a little wary, still. ] It's the only time I can work on personal projects without anybody bugging me. Everybody else is asleep in the dorms, and the security guard only patrols between reruns of Steel Samurai until his shift is over.
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He can't blame the kid for being wary after what Hiro just did.] Don't you have your own computer you can be using to work on stuff instead of sneaking around here? [He's pretty sure he knows the answer, but he's fishing. He's curious how often this occurs, where Kon's staying, more about his MO. Anything he can get.]
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'course I do. But this way, I have a whole system at my disposal and multiple screens for me to work with. [ He hefts up his messenger bag to throw over his other shoulder, looking up at him. Kon knows he's probably fishing. ] Not all of us have our own labs.
[ Or homes. ]
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You also have a higher risk of being caught doing something you shouldn't and not being able to save your work fast enough. [Just a thought. Kid looks like he's ready though and so Hiro stands and picks up Baymax's case, waiting for Kon to move first.] And I earned that lab so don't even go there.
[More like inherited...but still.] How far's your dorm?
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[ Shit, Kon doesn't want to take him to the dorms - but he has a feeling that Hiro will walk him there, or tail him if he doesn't. With a sigh, he makes sure that the history on his computer is wiped before shutting it down. ] Only a couple minutes, and I don't have to leave the building.
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"Show me."]
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Coast clear, he slips out and gestures to indicate Hiro follow without looking back at him. Only when he's joined him in the hall does he close the door again in the same manner, and then he sighs again as he starts to make his way down the hall, pass classrooms and other computer labs, caution at every corner and sneakered feet quiet. ]
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He doesn't speak up, doesn't say "how far" or "where are we going" but trusting Kon to actually behave. He knows he can't control what will happen in ten minutes, but he can at least be aware of what's going on for the next five. The school's also deadly silent which is sort of alarming in and of itself. He's used to SFIT bustling even at the latest hours.
It can't be too far...can it?]
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But he's used to the silence, and getting around at night. He figures that if the security guard is around, he's either off watching dumb shows on his tablet or across campus. His only concern is Hiro. He doesn't look at him, though, and instead keeps going, until the labs and classrooms turn into the dorm, and he's digging around to pull out his wallet so that he can get his card key and give it a swipe through the dorm's scanner.
With a ping! and a green light, Kon shoulders his way in and braces himself.
There's some things in the room - clothes, books, assorted clutter of dismantled computers and robots and other tech - but a staleness that comes from general disuse and a bed that hasn't been slept in in a while. ]
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The silence is just starting to unnerve him when they reach Kon's room and he's about to usher him into his room and say goodbye when he really gets a good look at the inside of the room. Someone lives there, but it's not lived in. That much is obvious. It's the way his old bedroom felt at his parents' house when they were moving in with Aunt Cass after his parents died. It's the way sometimes Tadashi's side felt until Hiro banished the partition. It's concerning is what it is and he lift an eyebrow.]
Lot of late nights? [He goes with the easy route. He wouldn't blame Kon for pushing him for being nosy but this is not boding well with him for some reason.]
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But right now, having company isn't something he's that happy about. He doesn't look at Hiro as he moves to set his tube down against his desk, ignoring all of the junk and clutter and navigating it easily.
At least the question is easy to navigate, too. ] Lot of work to do, y'know. [ It'd be more believable if Kon looked at him as he says this, probably. ]
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Yeah. Believe me, I know. Thanks to somebody, I'm probably spending the night at my lab again. […this isn't his business even if he's nosy. The kid has a school of people to look after him. He'll be fine, right?]
Do me a favor and don't hack into my shit again. You seem like a smart kid. You can probably find something else to break into that's safer. [Subtly threatening middle schoolers: a Hiro Hamada story.]
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You'd probably be better off scrapping the security you had originally and building a new one more independent of SFIT's. Their system isn't bad, exactly - it's just that once you hack into it, you can find workarounds for the customizations that people've built on top of it. [ No apology for what he's done, and he doesn't seem repentant at all about it, but at least he's giving him a clue as to how he got in in the first place.
And then he scrunches his nose. ] You still gonna "deal with me?"
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I'll keep that in mind. Things have been kinda busy lately so I've been making do with what we have. [No apology's needed. It's good work. No good work should need an apology. He opens his mouth to address something, but his cell phone suddenly breaks the silence with a loud chirp twice in a row. Fishing it out, he looks at the screen and that frown deepens, eyebrows furrowing together as his nostrils flare and he jams the phone back into his pocket.]
Yes, but not now. I gotta go. [There's a new problem in the city. A text from Honey alerted him to danger and asked him to book it back to SFIT. He couldn't stay here any longer than necessary.] Think about what I said though.
[And he doesn't even look back, turning on his heel and quickly walking out of the room. It's only when he thinks Kon can't see him that he immediately bolts into a run to get back to his moped.]
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