Some Legends Are Told, Some Turn To Dust Or To Gold [CEREALIA INBOX]

[zerotohiro]

'Busy, leave a message!
...oh, you've reached Hiro Hamada. Whatever. Still busy!'

Hamada art by D-Joel, found on tumblr

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[mieldelimon]

[Nods.] Of course.

[She is mirroring the look of worry he has on his face, reaching out to give Tadashi a gentle pat on the shoulder in reassurance. They only had sandwiches, after all. Not exactly filling.]

If you don't mind me borrowing an apron?

[zerotohiro]

Do we even have an apron...? [At this rate the words are coming much slower and he's pretty much on the brink of just shutting down completely for a little while even before he has water or soup. But he burrows a little further into his covers anyway. No more robots. No more kidnappings. No more watching dudes explode or visions of destroyed planets or suffocation. Just resting time.]

[bropane]

[ yeaaah... they don't have an apron, sorry, honey.

he can tell that hiro's starting to doze off, though, which is why he nods towards the door and starts walking out of the room. it's a sign for honey and baymax to follow just so they can leave hiro to rest for now. ]

[mieldelimon]

[She could always get the apron in her apartment. It's no problem.

Honey Lemon nods back, turning back to Hiro so that she pet his hair and kiss the top of his head, whispering, "Sleep well, cariño." before finally getting up and following Tadashi and Baymax out of the bedroom.]

I'll be right back. [She says, reaching out to gently pat Tadashi on the shoulder.] I'll get my apron instead and I need to pin my hair up.