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[supaahiro]

Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only right to show them his appreciation.

Now done, he finds himself with his beer -- Sam Adams, since Mike got him started on it -- alone before the Observation Window.

There's a strange sense of melancholy to the man today; he looks at the emptiness on the other side of the booth, and he looks to the wall where the door should be.

"This is not how we roll," he sighs, and takes another swig.

Ando, at least, should be here. Charlie, he failed and lost forever.

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[goinghost.livejournal.com]

There would be no fanboying here: he was from a children's cartoon, and there was no Heroes on TV in Danny's world--of course, there probably would be an equivalent coming along shortly, but as of right now? No.

However, not many people flew in through a door with an eerie green backdrop, seemingly bespandexed (but if you looked closely, it looked more like a rubber biohazard suit) and with a superhero logo on their chest (not that it was any one Hiro would recognize, like a bat or a big S), and transformed with a nice little flashy light show into a normal boy.

The tables near the Window were generally the quieter Brooding tables, so Danny walked over to a table by the window, right near Hiro, and dumped his heavy backpack in a chair, and started hefting books and such out of it.

Today, he was studying. Considering that he'd rather have teeth pulled than study, he was studying because he'd failed his last three math quizzes and he was not getting grounded again. Being grounded just made everything all that much more complicated.

"Hey," he said by way of greeting, when he finally noticed the sad-looking little man. "...You look like somebody kicked your dog."

The Japanese were raised to be polite, but he was a snotty American teenager, to the bone.

[supaahiro]

"No dog," he Hiro says as the shiny-green-but-not-boy landed and made himself at home. "Missing my friend. He is not here. Trying to plan."

He shrugs once, and then says, "I am Hiro Nakamura."

Who the hell are you, snotty brat?

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"Danny Fenton," he said, plopping down in a chair. "That sucks--are you stuck here?" he asked. He knew the value of those plan-minded friends. Being separated from Tuck and Sam for two long was like missing a limb.

"If you are, it probably won't be for too long--this place just tends to force people into vacations."

[supaahiro]

"Yes," he says, and shrugs. "Been a week? MAybe?" he's not sure; he's lost track of time in all the chaos. Besides, Hiro and time have a unique relationship.