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So... what'd I miss?

[What's up TAB network, it's your friendly neighborhood spaceman out of hospital after a disaster mission to that hellscape planet. Looking halfway decent -- surely those circles under his eyes are normal and, you know, right arm in a sling is fine. Totally okay.]

[Managing the TAB is a little difficult since he's got a bag full of armor slung over his good shoulder but oops. Oh well.]

Anything I need to get updated on? New faces or issues?

[On his feet and already trying to leap back into work. Good going buddy.]

For anyone I've missed, I'm Shiro -- and if anyone out there knows the name "Voltron", let me know.

[Because if Hunk showed up while he was out, others might have too.]

[After making that little announcement, he'all continue on to the Lion House in the 5th district. And probably stand in the front walk for a minute to brace himself before marching on inside.]

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Oh yeah?

[He knows she will. He knows she can read him like a book anymore. But still -- he's gotta tease a little.]

... It'd make you feel better, wouldn't it? Knowing it was all functional?

[But he's not even going to wait for a reply.] Yeah, sure. If you have time.

Yeah.

[She can tease back with the best of them, Shiro. Don't try her on this.

And then she nods again in response to that question, even if Shiro doesn't necessarily need to hear/see her answer. But in her mind, that's how she can express her concern for what's happening with Shiro. She's not good at doing so in any other way, but the Galra tech arm makes it easier for her.]

I've got plenty of time, man. [She even gives him a small, confident grin.] But I'm gonna need you to sit still while I do it.

[But he likes you.]

[As evidenced by the hand on her head, fluffing up her hair once or twice before he drops it. And nods to her.]

[He might not want most people messing around with it, but Pidge is not most people. And if it makes her feel better...]

All right. Let me put my armor down and then, lead the way.

[How dare you. ~~she likes you too dad~~]

[But at least she responds to that hair ruffle with a grin and not with any kind of annoyance. Because really only Shiro and Hunk are allowed to do that kind of thing. She won't even try to fix it, that's how okay she is with it.]

Cool. Just meet me in my room, I'll get my laptop and tools out.

Sure thing.

See you in a minute.

[As much as he might not want to do this, it's weirdly reassuring? Knowing she's going to go through a familiar routine. And that she's going to be the one to do this.]

[He'd trust her with just about anything.]

[So of course, he'll be there right when he says he will.]

[In the time Shiro's been out of the house, the mess in Pidge's room has tripled.
There's the paladin armor, piled semi-neatly by the window. The gauntlets are on top of the pile, looking very much like they'd been set up for her to use without wearing them, and the helmet is sitting by the pillow on her bed.

There's a desktop computer and a half-built holotile on the the desk on the other side of the room. There also appears to be another messy site where something resembling a TV is being made from scratch. Tools are scattered pretty much everywhere, but there's a box with the ones for Shiro's arm on the floor near her laptop, which is now set up on the edge of her bed where Pidge is sitting. She's got both hands digging into the box, pulling out various items she might need.

She looks up when Shiro comes in with a little grin, then gestures to the chair at the desk next to her bed.] Sit here. I'm just trying to find the right cord.

[... jezus pidge.]

[He may be treading a bit lightly as he steps into the room, trying to take it all in. He shouldn't be so surprised that she's accumulated so much tech in such a short time. Especially when they're somewhere resources are a lot more available.]

[Still, he's going to give everything a look before he sits.]

We need to look into getting you a storage system.

Why? [And she's honestly asking, because nothing about this mess she has bothers her. Pidge still knows where to find things. Mostly.

She's still pulling out more items, ones that she probably won't even end up using in this particular instance. It takes a minute, but eventually she pulls out a cord and starts inspecting it carefully, squinting at the ends.] This should be it...

So you don't have to keep everything... out. Like this. Where people could trip over it if they're not careful.

[Like him.]

[He doesn't flinch at the cord, just starts unbuckling the sling, letting the arm rest in his lap. There's a vague twinge of soreness, in the healing bone, but no sharp pain. Definitely still too heavy.]

Take your time. I'm not in a hurry.

[The movement catches her eye, and it makes her frown a little in concern. Pidge knows that his injuries were extensive and that Shiro still has a lot of resting and healing to do before he'd be back to snuff. But it's just... something else to actually see him in person.

Lowering the cord into her lap, she pats the surface of her desk.] Rest it up here. That'll probably take the weight off your shoulder. Literally.

[She should really meet up with Angela and conspire behind his back, let's be real. But for now, he nods, lifting the limb up onto her desk as indicated. It moves fine, but the shoulder it's attached to is still human.]

[Still a lot more fragile than the tech.] Guess this thing isn't as handy as it looks.

[SHIRO DID YOU JUST FUCKING PUN AT HER.]

[It'll happen eventually. She'll get the rest of the team in on it, too.

Meanwhile, Pidge just sets about opening up the main plate on Shiro's arm so she can plug the cord in. And she gives Shiro an amused look at the same time.]

Puns. So that's what Darin keeps complaining about with your sense of humor.

[Ganging up on him is unfair, child!]

[He matches her look with a vaguely sheepish one of his own, shrugging his other shoulder.]

Is he really complaining about that?

[All's fair in love and war.]

[She smirks a little, refocusing on what she's doing and getting the cord plugged into her laptop.]

A little. He's written about it in his journals and stuff.

His journals? I thought you convinced him to switch over to tablets...

[Wait.]

Why are you reading his journals?

I've been trying. He set in his old-fashioned ways.

[And then, very matter-of-factly-] I was actually looking for his notes on the Ingress.

I guess it's not that important now, with all the resources here.

[Yeah, still kinda judging here.] And instead of that, you read up on him hating my sense of humor, huh?

Yeah. He can get all the notebooks he needs now.

[She gets a nice, smug smirk while she starts getting to work.]

Your name just kinda stuck out.

We're going to end up with a library of his stuff at this rate.

[oh god that face. Not that face.]

... stuck out how?

That's pretty much what his room looks like already.

[Does it mean anything? Does it? Does it?]

It came with a pretty good caricature, that's all.

Maybe we should look into storage for him, too.

[Just. This face.]

... I don't know how to feel about that one.

He needs huge shelves. Layers of them.

[That's the face he drew. Pidge's grin just grows.]

Well, he actually did drawings of all of us.

We'll work on that.

[Yeah that's not reassuring.]

Okay, I'm slightly reassured. Slightly.

[Pidge shrugs a little, already tapping quickly away at her laptop.]

Well, photos aren't exactly an option for him, so I guess that's just how he files his information.

Yeah, I guess that's true. Maybe we should show...

I can't believe I'm talking about somebody's private notes. Forget I said anything.

[Meaning don't tell him anything else so he can maintain deniability.]

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