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he couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled from his throat, not at all regretful of his actions. it was the kid’s own fault, really, for staying up as long as he did without bothering to check the date. without bothering to check the time.
he made sure to leave at least a little wiggle room between them, carefully eyeing his brother’s limbs, already anticipating that they were about to flail unceremoniously soon enough. either that or hiro was just going to straight up tackle him, but considering how disoriented he still looked, at least that sort of action seemed the least likely to happen.
still, that shit-eating grin never left his face, shaking his head as he spoke.
❝ Language, little brother. Is that the way you greet someone who bothered even getting you a present? ❞
lips curl into a pout, an expression he’s probably getting too old for, but there’s just something about SIBLINGS that makes people regress a bit. so he pouts, none too pleased with his brother. sure, hiro is partly to blame, but his brother should know by now that when he’s in the middle of a project, the days get jumbles. ( he could have sworn that his birthday was next week... ) hiro decides against immediate retaliation. he’ll get dashi back for this eventually -- perhaps on his brother’s own birthday -- but for now, he’s gonna just pout at him for a bit while his gift is so lovingly bestowed upon him. “ hey, I’m practically an adult now, I can use whatever language I damn well please. and no, this is just the way I greet very RUDE older brothers who don’t show proper respect for my sleeping patterns. it’s my day, I can sleep in if I want, thank you very much. ... but really what did you get me? “
happy one year anniversary, big hero 6! (7th November 2014) •–•
unceremoniously jumps onto his bed & starts jumping, trying to wake his brother up bc HOW does one sleep in on his own birthday?
the noise he makes is not a dignified one -- coming out like something between a screech and a wheeze, it makes the boy wince, and he’s quick to gather his composure in an effort to maintain a shred of dignity. he blinks once. twice. clears his head and assesses the situation. he’s under attack, and he needs to gain his bearings if he’s going to have any hope of retaliation against his attacker. tadashi. only his brother would be so audacious as to assault him in such a way. there’s no time to rub the sleep from his eyes -- only to ACT. he groans, planning out his attack, trying to figure out why dashi decided to strike today of all days. it dawns on him, however, though he’s embarrassed by how long it takes. it’s his BIRTHDAY. how could he forget? of course, he blames the violence with which he’s been torn from his slumber. he’s barely oriented to the waking world, how is this considered fair? “ get off of me and give me my present you ass. “ really, he should be nicer to his brother, but he’s a bit sore about dashi’s method of waking him up.
❝the same thing that i get you every year. the pleasure of acknowledging my PRESENCE —- no need to thank me.❞
“ ugh. I hope you kept the receipt. I wanna exchange this for something I actually WANT. “ words that are somewhat harsh, but there’s no mistaking the familiar tone that laces them -- a ribbing, nothing more.
peeks head onto dash. did anybody miss me? does anybody still follow me? anyways, happy birthday bh6 !! it’s also my hiro’s birthday -- not the anniversary of the muse creation date (tho that’s coming up soon too) but it’s HIRO’S birthday so come bother the smol child.
I didn’t wanna do this but I think I have to. I really don’t wanna abandon hiro, but he just absolutely refuses to work with me these days and coming onto this dash makes me sad sometimes, and it has nothing to do with the people I follow. I think it’s just a general melancholy brought on by people who have come and gone and a longing for tadashi. I will pop onto this blog occasionally and do the odd reply, but only when the muse strikes me. hiro will return eventually – he always does – but until then, I’mma let him rest for a little while. you guys deserve better than what I’d force out while he’s acting like this. if you would like to keep in contact with me, my skype and kik are available to mutuals, and the URLs of my other blogs will be given out to those who request them !! I don’t feel like self promoing really, just a personal choice, but I will happily tell people where I am if they ask. currently, I’m focusing on my sam winchester. I will be back, loves, and until then just know that I miss and love you guys. take care !!
He stands admits the circle almost surprised at the fact that a kid. A kid, this young had come to this length for family. It was ironic considering Dean’s own parallel with his own brother. “You sure, kid. There’s no going back on this. Your soul is the payment.”
he has no illusions about the weight of this decision. it’s not something he does LIGHTLY. souls, if they really exist, are not things so easily traded. but this isn’t just any trade -- it’s TADSHI. his brother was everything to him, perhaps the best person hiro had ever known, and if only one of them could be in the world at a time, then dashi was the one it should be. whatever time they get together on top is just a BONUS. “ I’m sure. I know how this works, and I’m sure. he’s my BROTHER. I -- I need him... “
“You’re hilarious, you better have a damn good reason for summoning me.” None the less he stands within the devil’s trap, eyes still a striking green.
he’s done his research, heard the stories... part of him hadn’t even expected it to work, but he knew it would. he’s not an idiot, but he’s been struggling through each passing day with increasing difficulty. “ --- I need my brother back. “
❝ WHY WOULD YOU STEAL HER GARDEN GNOME❞
his gaze drifts to meet her eye, a very SERIOUS look spreading across his features. a spark dances across his eyes, the tiniest of smirks tugging at the corner of his lips. there’s almost a madness entwined in his seemingly inno- cent face, the look certain geniuses get right before they reach the boundaries of the SANE side of science. “ that garden gnome is destined for great things, astrid. “
hiro didn’t need to say it. he never did. tadashi already knew it, had always known it. & while he would love to actually hear it once in awhile, it didn’t mean that the kid didn’t love him. there was no sense in becoming insecure over something that he knew was an infallible truth.
❝ I love you. ❞
he could say it for the both of them.
at those three words, the ones he couldn’t bring himself to say himself, the dam breaks and his single tear becomes a flood, pouring down his face and soaking into his brother’s shirt. he LOVED tadashi, more than anything. it’s all he can do to just cling to his brother for just a little bit longer... “ I lovve you too nii-san. “ it’s barely more than a whisper, the softest voice that sneaks out -- it’s all he can manage, but he knows that tadashi knows. really, that’s all that matters.
if there was anything that tadashi knew, it was how to read his little brother. as much as the latter would protest, would complain & fight, there was very little he was able to actually hide.
❝ Okay. You don’t need to say anything. ❞
there was a pause before the elder placed himself against the edges of the other’s bed, gazing solely on him & him alone.
❝ I’m here, though. If you need anything. ❞
sometimes he’s grateful for his brother’s ability to read him and understand him better than anyone. it makes communication so much simpler. but there are some days when he just wishes he could keep at least one secret from his brother. “ I know... I know. thanks. “ his voice is quiet, barely audible, and he’s not entirely certain what else to really say. all he does is shift subtly, move just a hair closer to his brother. he won’t admit it, but it’s comforting
there was no hesitation, the elder’s arms returning the embrace & holding his most important person closer. something was different tonight, something that draped over them in a darkened curtain that clung to them both. it was at his brother’s call, a distant memory of years gone by, that he tightened his grip, lips pressing against his forehead.
❝ —-I’m here. I’m here, little brother. ❞
he’s been feeling it for a while, and the way tadashi is gripping him just confirms hiro’s suspicions that his brother was feeling it too. there’s a slight tremor that wracks his form, the tiniest of shakes that he can’t quite quell. tadashi’s presence absorbs it, steadies it -- though it doesn’t quite cease it. “ I know, dashi, I know... I -- “ love you. it’s what he wants to say but the words stick in his throat. he’s never been the best at expressing it.
❝ Don’t sound fine. ❞
concern etched itself onto an uncomfortable knot within his gut, churning, burning, clenching at his heart & that all too familiar wave of helplessness crashed onto him.
❝ You sure? ❞
part of him wants to just cave and tell his brother everything -- tell him the truth about how low he’s been feeling. part of him wants to just curl around him and be told that everything would be alright. but he’s stubborn. he won’t do it, won’t let his brother offer that familiar comfort. he’d rather just stew in his own misery, because that’s what’s easiest. “ I told you. I’m FINE, okay? do you need me to spell it out for you ?? “
