standing by and waiting at your backdoor | chapter 9
“Pass me a wrench,” Pidge muttered under her breath. “Number two.”
Hunk silently handed the mentioned tool, wiping the sweat from his brow as he returned to his own work.
The both of them were squared off in their own corner of the living room where they (read: mostly Hunk) pushed the coffee table to serve as their workbench.
Slav had been clear on the fact that the majority of the work in building the actual robot had to be done in the workshop, but all the other bits and pieces of the entire project itself were alright to take home.
This however, did not stop Pidge from gritting her teeth and spitting curse after curse (after curse after curse) under her breath as she assembled what was supposed to be a mock-up of her robot’s skeletal frame.
“Damn it, Rover.”
What possessed me to make this a tetrahedron?
Seething to herself, Pidge set the thing that wasn’t quite Rover yet on the table’s wooden surface before letting the rest of her body fall to the ground, still grumbling to herself.
“Stupid triangular pyramids. Stupid lofty ambitions. Stupid Rover.”
“Rover?”
Pidge didn’t bother meeting Shiro’s glance, only pointing to the Thing with disdain.
“You named your final project?”
“You must really like him,” Hunk said.
Pidge sat up. “What?”
“Rover,” Hunk gestured to her side of the coffee table. “It's him, right? Or is it a her like, how you’d refer to a ship?”
Pidge narrowed her eyes at her friend but didn’t say much else before picking up the screwdriver once more to disassemble the Thing and as she did, her Dad’s advice rang clear in her mind.
Sometimes you have to take things apart to put them back together the right way. Other times, there might be more pieces to put together than you initially think, or some pieces that should fit perfectly in theory might need a little more time and effort to slot together in practice. All this to say, you have to be flexible in how you deal and think when solving different problems.
With a sigh, Pidge looked back at Hunk, who was intently focused on his work, watching until his eyes widened and his hands stopped moving mid-screw.
He then looked up in realization and (after subtly peeking over at Shiro’s direction) mouthed a fervent Sorry.
Katie only waved him off, mouthing back, It’s alright, before getting back to work.
And to quiet her own worry, she also made sure to catch Shiro’s reflection on her laptop screen, just to make sure he didn’t catch on to their silent conversation. Much to her relief, he appeared to be on his phone, so Pidge turned back to the Thing before she ended up looking at Shiro for far longer than she should.
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