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–– hiro hamada !

@hairybcby ♥’d for a starter!!

“ baymax. ” he looked SLIGHTLY panicked. which was true, as he had several GROCERY bags in hand, and flour in his jet black hair. there was COCOA powder on his forehead, and confectioners sugar on his SHIRT. it looked like he had walked into a BAKER’S tornado. “ please tell me that somewhere in there, ” he motioned to him, “ you know how to make CHOCOLATE cupcakes. i’m making them. valentine’s GIFTS, ” he paused, eyes widening. “ for a FRIEND!! yeah, a friend. a really, REALLY good friend. i like ‘em a lot. ” way to sound suspicious hiro.

attention was put on the boy fully, never one to IGNORE hiro. though, the second he noticed the mess he was in, his did his best to hide a smile, STIFLE a laugh. he looked like he’d just been part of a FOOD FIGHT. “i mean, i’ve tried baking before... but that was cookies,” he mentioned, which was true. ever since he’d been here and HUMAN he’s tried doing just about EVERYTHING he could possibly do. “oh, okay. don’t worry, i won’t tell aunt cass,” he TEASED, “besides, it’s okay. i told you that during puberty you can start to like people.” FEELINGS were strange and baymax only made it worse when he began to talk about hormones and chemicals in the brain.

#↻ dialogue. → & hiro.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.

–– the puppet !

✗ — 𝑨s a child, Puppet adored the winter. At least, he think he did. Memories as his life before ‘The Marionette’ were very fuzzy, and they were mostly just of his sister and a few random selected memories tossed in the mix. But nowadays, Puppet hated the winter. It was always cold and gloomy, trudging through the snow which was more like sludge was absolutely dreadful, and he was always c o l d. Cold, cold, cold. But right now he’s curled against Max and stealing every little ounce of body heat the other has to offer. “ A he-ealthcare companio-on, my mistake. “ He corrects himself after Max speaks, finally peeling his eyes away from the screen so he can turn his head and look up at Max. “ You’re cluele-ess? You act like you kno-ow what you’re doi-ing though, or at least ha-ave a small grasp on what you c-can do. It is nice though, ha-aving your own thoughts and feelings… If I said ‘have a gift!’ one more time i-in that pizzeria, I’m sure I-I would’ve lost it. “

↻ — 𝑻he larger man couldn’t help but grin as the other spoke, distracted by the boy’s new hair color. Then again, he shouldn’t think of it as such a big change. He’d seen people with crazier hair colors. He’s met a man who looked just like him –– there were STRANGER things. Max, the name Puppet had saddled him with, was hesitant with his fingers; still taking the chance to play with a bit of the hair that grew longer than the rest near the back of his neck. “ I understand. Every single time someone said ‘ow’ or anything noise of pain or discomfort I would have to say ‘Hello. I am Baymax, your personal healthcare companion,’ ” he spoke, imitating his past voice. Soft, light –– yet still cold and robotic. “ But, hey, you LOVE giving gifts, right? ” He tried to be as cautious as he could be, but he barely knew what the line was, so, how was he supposed to know if he crossed it or not.

#↻ dialogue. → & puppet.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.#u h. his hair is blue now right ????

#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

–– cher horowitz !

“wha– get off of me!” the blonde shouted, quickly shoving the handsy male into a nearby trash can. cher’s disgust was evident in her face as she released a frustrated groan. “ugh, as if!”

max watched the whole interaction unfold, from the flirting male, the pushing from the blonde, the crash of the garbage bin. “are you alright, ma’am?” his tone was a soft, a kind smile hidden, hoping ( praying ) she didn’t take it as flirting. it was just his programming.

#↻ reboot. → dialogue.#↻ dialogue. → & cher.#aye. HELLO. im phoenix

#ABT THE 100 . PLS READ IF U WATCH IT.#do this for me. pls !!!#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

–– the puppet !

@hairybcby

✗ — 𝑻he Puppet curls against the taller male’s side, face burying in his chest as bright blue eyes stay locked on the tv screen. He feels very ODD towards Max, in a way he can’t really describe. It vaguely reminds him of how he felt towards some boy when he was thirteen, though it’s s t r o n g e r. But it’s a feeling he’s not gonna get into. Long and lanky limbs tangle with Max’s, the desire to fall asleep wrapped up in the other’s arms becoming stronger and stronger. “ Do you miss bei-ing a robot? Or a health ca-are assistant, whatever you prefer. “ Puppet’s very proud of himself for getting a better grip on his voice and begin to lose the stutter he had ended up with.

↻ — 𝑾inter wasn’t particularly a season that Max had come to love. Honestly, it might’ve been his least favorite. When he wasn’t made out of flesh and muscle he didn’t feel temperature. He could get warm if other were cold and cold if others were hot, but never needed a jacket or shorts. Though now, with his arms around someone, he felt his heart r a c i n g and his brain telling his limbs to cool down not wanting to over-heat the other. It was INVOLUNTARY; when it body would get warm. It just happened around Puppet much more than anyone else. “–– Well, yes. Sometimes. When I was a personal healthcare companion I knew what to do. Now, I’m just kind of CLUELESS. But, I like having feelings and being able to do my own thing.”

#↻ dialogue. → & puppet.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.

#wtfmichaeldarling #i'm so sleepyyyyyy #↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

#starslightstarsbright

#don't read this im just being a whiny lil piss baby. but wtvr.#uh should i tag this ??#i dont think so.#whining //#there u go. there's one

#i should get on ellie & golden freddy.............. & do something on them. uh #sorry for being so bad w activity im shit.#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

#im in a whole lot of pain. i'll be on a lil later to make starter calls bc im greedy for threads.#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.#me @ all of the fnaf guys gals and non-binary pals !

#i tried to reply to the ones in the tag that didn't have many notes. BUT ANYWAYS. it's almost 5am here so i might post a few starter calls #later today or not we'll see. i might just reply to more starters !!#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.

#↻ why are you so fleshy. → ooc.#this isn't important im js

–– judith grimes !

“I don’t know, I think giant floofball is better then hair,” she shrugged with another bright laugh. Hearing the fact, she raised a brow, obviously intrigued. “I did not know that”

Rolling his eyes playfully he shakes his head, a grin on his lips, “But, floofball makes it seem like I’m a little kid and you’re pinching my cheeks,” he crossing his arms before bringing up another point, “I’m like a whole foot taller than you!”

#↻ dialogue. → & judith.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.

–– judith grimes !

“But it’s so fluffy, it has nothing to do with the colour” she grinned as she looked at him, he really enjoyed reading Urban Dictionary, huh? “I mean what do you use?”

“What do I use? I use the word hair, ‘cause that’s what it is,” He said, very matter-of-factly. He knew that being a human came with talking with inflection, which is something he hadn’t gotten a hold of. Most of his words came out as if he meant it as an insult. “You know, the protein keratin attached into your head by the follicle, blah, blah, blah.”

#↻ dialogue. → & judith.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.#sorry i've been slacking on replies lately yIKEs

–– hiro hamada !

it was a DISGUSTING feeling in his stomach, the one that made his hands tremble as he held the BOOK. the one where it would grasp so TIGHTLY it was almost hard to breathe ; it became a CHORE just to do so. licking his lips, hiro put the stephen hawking book DOWN, trying to ignore the way he noticed his heart pounding FAST, the blood rushing through his ears. it was all too LOUD for him. “ LISTEN… ” he started off, running a hand through his hair, messing it up FURTHER. “ you need to leave NOW. before i say something i regret. ”

it became a HABIT, rubbing his hand against the back of his neck whenever he was put in a situation where he was clueless. where he had NO IDEA what to do, where he felt his logic go out the window. as a HUMAN he had some common sense and still having a bit of his programming left, he could SENSE how the boy was feeling. and it made his own heart POUND, scared that hiro could hear it. showing how truly terrified baymax had become at the SIGHT –– the tone in which he was speaking. “ hiro, ” he said, voice as CALM as it could possibly be. “ talk to me, PLEASE. ”

#↻ dialogue. → & hiro.#↻ reboot. → dialogue.

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