#roboticsprxdigy

[tadashii-hamada-blog]

I still got two threads to reply to in my drafts, but no inspiration for them whatsoever. I'm sorry teenagexgenius and roboticsprxdigy, I will reply to them tomorrow!

[tadashii-hamada-blog]

*slamdunks url into askbox*

Opinion on;

Character in general: It’s Hiro, it’s Tadashi’s adorable baby brother. How can I resist that face and he has these cheeks that you just want to squeeze? How they play them: I think you play him great! And every time Tadashi’s death is mentioned my eyes just tear up. He seems so depressed…The Mun: You come off as a sweetheart and you enjoy roleplaying with me, so that’s great!

Do I:

RP with them: Yes!Want to RP with them: Always!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You cutie.

[gaisgeachd-archive-blog]

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                  ❝ Yeu know yeu really shouldnae be touchin' tha'. ❞

[verglaseda]

forty - seven hiro hamada icons for roboticsprodigy

[ more under the cut. ] screencaps taken by me. these are for roboticsprxdigy's use only.

[lxiko]

                           ❝that's a joke right? you can't be serious...❞

[unreapable-blog]

bet on the boy.

I promise -- you won't be disappointed.

strong words in the face of such an impassive devil -- a female of her caliber is hard to sway, and even harder to impress. she's looked into the eyes of cthuluhu himself and been underwhelmed, has faced the armies of hell with nary more than a blink -- and he, hiro hamada, proposed to impress her where nearly all others had failed?

well, she'd say one thing about him: he was certainly ambitious. 

the bus ride to san fransokyo is fairly quick, and following the coordinates he'd texted to her, it is only a manner of time before the underground arena is located. it has the air of a nightclub: a lot of jostling, sweating bodies pressed together in a damp re-purposed space, all mingling and drinking as they discussed the projected winners and sized up the competition. bookies darted through the space like rats, scribbling down numbers and names and contact information. 

it takes her a bit to find him -- she has to sift through the crush all while shutting down numerous attempts at conversation. gaze flicker to her often; she looks so out of place here in her youth, her darling femininity obscure in a land of jeans and leather blazers and boots. but eventually she locates him in the seating area ( and she is pleased to note that he did, in fact, write her name on a sheaf of paper and tape it to a seat ) waiting with an expectant expression. she stands opposite him, leaning against the chair backs behind her.

❝ It smells like feet in here."

[unreapable-blog]

[ TEXT: BOY GENIUS ] Tonight? Talk about late notice. You forget that my robot skills aren't as great as yours, Mr. Child Prodigy, and that I need more than a few hours to put something together. If I go I'll just be spectating and betting. [ TEXT: BOY GENIUS ] These rules are lame. What's the point of underground fighting if no one really gets hurt? [ TEXT: BOY GENIUS ] Anyways: /yes/, I'll be there. Save me a seat.

[hxneylemonarchive]

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Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages.

[text: Hiro] Hey, Hiro [text: Hiro] I left my purse over at the workshop last night [text: Hiro] Would you bring it over?[text: Hiro] Or are you home now bc i'll come over! [text: Hiro] sorry for the trouble c: [text: Hiro] lemme know when you get this! [text: Hiro] It's super important to me!