[ 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.]
[ Tipping his head a little to acknowledge that - he gets it, he might not be a college student but he gets things being busy, understands that you can only do so much in the time you have even if you try to get more - Kon watches him closely when he pulls his phone out. It's probably a good thing the doors to everyone's rooms are always closed, otherwise they'd probably be a little screwed.
But it's his expression that gets his attention, and his eyes narrow slightly before he just - watches him go. He's not sure what the rush is, but there's definitely an emergency somewhere.
Quickly hopping up out of his seat, he waits one second, two, before he peeks outside and watches Hiro's back disappear down the hall, surprised when he sees how far he's gotten. Must be a rush, but whatever it is, it means he can leave, too. So he gets his things, and closes his door behind him as he heads in the opposite direction.
He does think about what he said. In the end, though, Kon decides he's got better plans that shouldn't be derailed because of the famous Hiro Hamada. ]
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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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But it's his expression that gets his attention, and his eyes narrow slightly before he just - watches him go. He's not sure what the rush is, but there's definitely an emergency somewhere.
Quickly hopping up out of his seat, he waits one second, two, before he peeks outside and watches Hiro's back disappear down the hall, surprised when he sees how far he's gotten. Must be a rush, but whatever it is, it means he can leave, too. So he gets his things, and closes his door behind him as he heads in the opposite direction.
He does think about what he said. In the end, though, Kon decides he's got better plans that shouldn't be derailed because of the famous Hiro Hamada. ]