for marco [Hiro washed Marco's clothes by hand in the sink, because he wasn't sure? If they were dry clean only or not? But also he wasn't about to chance it. They're dry now, though, so it's time to return them. Which is why he spends like two minutes awkwardly standing in front of Marco's door in the morning before knocking.]
Marco? I washed your clothes.
for everyone [There's something new in the foyer. It's not entirely correct, because Hiro isn't a carpenter or a lacquerware artist, but he's pulled one of the tables to the side sometime last night and set a bunch of small picture frames along one side of it in a half-circle. In the center is a smaller canvas with everyone's names written in slightly illegible, but clearly carefully done cursive. A candle is burning in front of the canvas, because it was the closest thing to incense he could find and he figured that symbolically it was the same thing? It's also why he's set out a mask - Honey Lemon told him about Day of the Dead, once, and he sort of figures the sugar skulls do the same thing as kagami mochi. There's also food left out in front of it - Hiro sort of rotates it whenever he goes to get food for himself, but there's a selection of fruit in a bowl too. Sometimes there's also a glass of juice in front of Jane's picture.
Mostly, aside from catching him at his new project, Hiro can be found in the library. He, uh. He's not a big reader, really? But there's nothing new to map, so he has nothing better to do.]
for kim [Later on, in their shared room, Hiro is just. Agitated? He feels like he should talk to someone about this, but realistically the person he would be talking to is - well, okay. He doesn't want to talk to Marco about this because it's about Marco. He can't talk to Tadashi about this, because Negaduck sure ruined that. Thanks, Negaduck.
Which leaves . . . Kim.]
Kim? [Oh god what does he even say???] How did you and Tommy get together? I mean - you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! But I was just wondering . . . how you ask people out . . . for, like, purely hypothetical reasons.
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[Hiro washed Marco's clothes by hand in the sink, because he wasn't sure? If they were dry clean only or not? But also he wasn't about to chance it. They're dry now, though, so it's time to return them. Which is why he spends like two minutes awkwardly standing in front of Marco's door in the morning before knocking.]
Marco? I washed your clothes.
for everyone
[There's something new in the foyer. It's not entirely correct, because Hiro isn't a carpenter or a lacquerware artist, but he's pulled one of the tables to the side sometime last night and set a bunch of small picture frames along one side of it in a half-circle. In the center is a smaller canvas with everyone's names written in slightly illegible, but clearly carefully done cursive. A candle is burning in front of the canvas, because it was the closest thing to incense he could find and he figured that symbolically it was the same thing? It's also why he's set out a mask - Honey Lemon told him about Day of the Dead, once, and he sort of figures the sugar skulls do the same thing as kagami mochi. There's also food left out in front of it - Hiro sort of rotates it whenever he goes to get food for himself, but there's a selection of fruit in a bowl too. Sometimes there's also a glass of juice in front of Jane's picture.
Mostly, aside from catching him at his new project, Hiro can be found in the library. He, uh. He's not a big reader, really? But there's nothing new to map, so he has nothing better to do.]
for kim
[Later on, in their shared room, Hiro is just. Agitated? He feels like he should talk to someone about this, but realistically the person he would be talking to is - well, okay. He doesn't want to talk to Marco about this because it's about Marco. He can't talk to Tadashi about this, because Negaduck sure ruined that. Thanks, Negaduck.
Which leaves . . . Kim.]
Kim? [Oh god what does he even say???] How did you and Tommy get together? I mean - you don't have to tell me if you don't want to! But I was just wondering . . . how you ask people out . . . for, like, purely hypothetical reasons.