"Look, I know we just met but I freaking love you." (Gay~) (1x1) (Open~~)

Hiro wracked his brain for any potential plans that he could have. As a placeholder answer he just typed 'uhh'. He opened up his calendar for today and looked. His latest planned thing was a meet-up with one of his coworkers. 8 pm.

He thought for a little then decided that it could live to be rescheduled. They were gargabe men, there wasn't much important stuff to discuss anyway.

He opened back up his conversation with Andre and sent: 'yeah, sure'. Already, the regret of completely ditching his coworker had faded. He began to smile and tap his legs on the floor, as he was unfortunately too tall the just swing his legs freely.

With that, Hiro set himself a reminder for 5:30 pm, just so he didn't forget to go, and began wandering around again. Bored. He facepalmed. He didn't wish for such a short conversation, he had wished for something significantly more entertaining. Like a bunch of questions, or hell, even talk about the blasted weather would be better than the pressing boredom that he felt.

He picked up his lunch for the day, turned off all his lights, and set out the house. Hoping that something more interesting would happen out there. Like a raccoon attacking him for his food.

As one would expect, absolutely. Nothing. Happened. So he made the decision to stop by a park and go to one of the playsets. Disregarding the fact that he was far "too old". He took the sandwich from his lunch and slowly began nibbling away at that as he swung aimlessly on the swingset. His back on the seat, and gravity removing the hairs from his face. It amused him, slightly. The lightheaded feeling he got as he watched the world upside-down.

But of course,

the entertainment only lasted seconds before fading away. He decided to message Andre again, not a little more certain he'd get a reply.

"soooo, whatcha doin'?'

He sounded like a boredom stricken child, without a doubt.

Hiro promptly went to reply, but then though about how weird his answer would sound.

–Oh, just laying on a swing, getting lightheaded, and eating a sandwich.–

Who in the world says something like that casually? Hiro, obviously, so he sent exactly that and pushed his legs that were angled to stay on the ground. Causing the swing he lied on to take motion. The ground below him blurred with the swinging, and boy did it add to his lightheaded feeling, but at least he was a little less bored.

Hiro smirked at the text. He knew he'd get some amusement out of pestering Andre. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he texted back. It was almost like something was pulling at his lips like a rubber band, forcing them to move.

'Pfft, dummy.' he texted. A simple reply, but it'd be exactly what he'd say if they were face-to-face too. 'maybe you should try using your head to think instead of using it as a hammer, eh?'

At that point, he was chuckling at his own responses too. Hiro couldn't tell if he was really that bored or if the situation was really that funny. But either way it worked for him.

As his smile grew, his lips curled more at the ends. His eyebrows dipped a little downwards, almost giving a playful yet pitying look.

'now, now, sweetie. I'd at least like my friends to still be able to solve 2+2' his mind began to wander as he sent that text, and a strange, random burst of curiosity popped into his head as he thought. He quickly followed up his text.

'oh, and, sorry for the weird question, but, what's my contact name in your phone?'

For absolutely no reason at all, he feared the answer to this question. What if it was something weird, like FBI Agent- well actually, that would serve to amuse Hiro more than anything. But even still, he slightly fretted over the silly little thing.

Hiro's face remained blank at the answer, slightly relieved, though at the same time slightly skeptical.

'no reason, just a bit curious'

He looked up to the small sliver at the top of his phone for the time, he realized that he was already late for work by about 20 minutes.

'uhm, well, I've gotta go to work now, catch ya later'

With this, he turned on his music, popped in his headphones, put his phone in his pocket and set out for his long day at work. Picking up the filth of the area.

(gtg for now.)

(Whew, finally back. Sorry bout the long parting, mate. Gimme a sec and I'll reply ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑)

Hiro bobbed his head side to side as he stood on the back on the large, booming garbage truck. Strolling around town to collect their waste. His mind wandered, thinking about a myriad of things. The music he listened to, the lunch that he had left to eat, his meetup that he had planned. Andre. He chuckled at the thought of his best friend.

"He's probably done something stupid already," he told himself, slightly grinning. The happy demeanor caught some of his coworkers, though they seemed to decide to just leave it alone. Perhaps to not ruin it, perhaps something else.

He decided to do something out of his usual and call Andre during work. He opened up his phone and dialed his number, and put it back into his pocket. Listening to it ring through his headphones.

"Hi," Hiro replied back, his voice monotone. "So, like, I know this is a weird and abrupt question, but, are you alright?" One of his coworkers, who was more than obviously listening, raised an eyebrow in slight concern. Hiro continued,

"Cause like, I know you have a tendency of doing stupid shit, so like, I just decided to check in for once." Hiro cringed at himself. The way he used 'like' between almost every independent clause made him wish to cut his tongue out. Admitting his concerns about someone wasn't even like him to begin with, so that only served to embarrass him more.

Meanwhile, in the background, his coworker chuckled, repeating Hiro's sentence to himself. Faint murmurs of amused words escaped his mouth, earning the man a cold glare from Hiro.

(You're fine, you can reply next whenever you're ready~ ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑)

Hiro let out an audible groan. "No, I don't care." He pouted. "Forget I asked."

His face reddened slightly, receiving teasing on his end was something he was by no means good at. And even less so when there were other people listening. Public humiliation, as he saw it.

"Just- make sure you're ready for work, get there on time, blah, blah, blah." As he spat out those words, he slightly facepalmed.

'What am I, his mom?' he thought to himself, releasing an audible sigh as he did so. His coworker chuckled again, this time, beginning to tease more. Poking on about Hiro having a "warm heart" and "caring" and bunch of other things. Things that in the eyes of Hiro were not but a heaping load of horse shit.

"HAH!" Hiro laughed loudly, "hell yeah it's weird, you'd be more fit for a construction worker than model. With that hammerhead of yours."

The truck screeched to a halt and HIro hopped off the truck. He came face-to-face with a small, beige house as he strolled along talking to Andre. "Hell, you'd make a better stunt double than model. They'd just have to shoot the scenes when you're in your natural habitat. And I'm sure they'd be able to get a high-speed police chase outta ya."

(ayy, nice, nice.)

"That works too," he chuckled, "are you suuurrre you shouldn't be a stunt double though?" He began swaying his head and smiling his Grinch-like smile as he talked. "Because I'm sure you'd look good on camera~, you'd just take down the backdrop in a path of destruction."

His face scrunched up a little realising that he, indeed, gave Andre a compliment while teasing him. A rather embarrassing one at that. But decided to pass it by rather than dwelling on it. And hoped that Andre wouldn't dwell on it as well.

(Sorry, multitasking a bit here, so replies'll be a bit short)

He chuckled, "all the better for chase scenes, my dear." He walked back to the truck, lobbing a bag of trash from the house behind him and tossed it into the back of the truck, while the truck's claw lifted up the can to dump it in.

"Anywho," he continued, "so what are you going to do today since your work was cancelled? Burn down a building?"