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Characters: huptwo and grenading
Setting/Location: Donut's room then off to the clinic
Date & Time: Day 21, morning!
Warnings: Probably swearing. Oh, and Donut.
Summary: Simmons goes to see what all the commotion is about.

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Donut was a little more preoccupied with the ordeal of figuring out how to move in his now-oversized armor than with anything Simmons might have been worried about. The knock at the door was met with a huff--partially out of frustration and partially out of being out of breath--and Donut called back. "I'll be right there

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Simmons was ready to roll his eyes at Donut but when he realized he wasn't at eye-level anymore, he blinked in confusion. "Huh...?" A quick look around the room didn't give him Donut's location, but a small glance down did. That wasn't right. Simmons was used to being taller than his teammates but Donut wasn't that much shorter than him.

...He also didn't look like a 19 year old. Donut didn't look very upset by these changes, even as his armor looked comically out of place on him, and Simmons almost felt bad for thinking this was all some weird plot.

"Holy shit, Donut, what the hell happened to you??" He wondered, stepping in and giving him a closer look. "You really did shrink! How is that even physically possible...? How's your heart rate? If it's shrinking at a more rapid rate than your body we could be in serious trouble here." Leave it to Simmons to think about the oddest things.

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To say that Donut wasn't distressed was probably a lie, but he certainly was doing a good job of hiding it. To be honest, he was freaking out quite a bit. Maybe just seeing Simmons calmed him down or something. Anything to take his mind off of it, right?

Well, of course that wouldn't last, as obviously the first thing Simmons was going to mention was how short he became. Donut shifted where he stood, watching as Simmons gave him a look over. His lips pursed and he rubbed his neck.

"I.. I really don't get it..." He lifted his arms up to pull at the breastplate. "I can stick my entire arm inside this gap! It's totally not cool!"

At the comments about his heart rate, Donut just. Stared. "How should I know my heart rate? I guess I'm a little out of breath from lugging this stuff around... It's getting really hard to lift now..." It might have been a good idea to take the rest of it off before it got impossible to move, but Donut wasn't that quick on the uptake.

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"Well, you should know if it's beating faster than normal, right?" Simmons stated like it was kind of obvious. Because it was. Or he figured it was. "Or you could check your pulse and see how many beats in a minute your heart is managing."

Wow. That really didn't look good, or natural. Or safe. "Maybe you should consider taking the rest of it off." He suggested, if a bit warily. It didn't look like Donut was going to get back to normal size any time soon and their armor could weigh a lot even with their power on. Who knew if it would stay on if it didn't register Donut as a soldier anymore?

As much as this went against natural instincts when it came to dealing with Donut, seeing him get crushed by his own armor wasn't any better, so Simmons reached over to start undoing the clasps on Donut's shoulders. "Hold still- why didn't you take this off before I got here anyway? If you get much smaller this shit could squish you." He had assumed all that panic over getting smaller might have gotten the whole heavy shit should be removed point

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"I guess.." He murmured. Like Donut ever paid attention to his bodily functions. He wasn't Grif, for God's sake. And taking his pulse didn't seem to be worth sliding out of his nanosuit for. He felt fine, physically. It was more or less his mental state that needed care right now.

Regardless, he blinked at Simmons' words, as if what he said was the smartest, most amazing suggestion he was ever given. Which, given how Donut's thought processes went, probably wasn't a stretch. "Oh, yeah.. I probably should, huh?"

He was ready to start stripping the metal parts off, but much to his surprise, Simmons took it upon himself to do it for him. He stared up at Simmons--which was a little weird--and gave him a big smile. "Hey, thanks, Simmons!"

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"Probably." He reiterated with a role of his eyes and a small sigh. Simmons had to wonder about his teammates sometimes. Or more like all of the time.

Clasps undone on the top, he reached down carefully to disconnect where the breastplate met under his arms, frowning a little. It was so weird to do it from this angle as opposed to taking off your own, and it took him a little fumbling to get it going.

He glanced at Donut's face for a second as he thanked him and grunted lightly in response, a little uncomfortable but slightly pleased. It was nice to be recognized but still weird to hear it, even from Donut. He looked back down at his fingers to pay attention to what the hell he was doing instead. "Yeah, no problem. I'm not helping with the codpiece though. You're on your own there, Donut."

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Donut tried his best to make the situation a little easier for Simmons by at least working with him as he pried the slabs of metal away from his body. Lifting his arms up as he moved under them, Donut tried hard not to squirm, but being in close contact to Simmons meant that he was already a little distracted.

Oh, right. He was talking to him. Donut huffed, resisting the urge to put his hands on his hips. "What if it's too heavy to take off?? I don't want to hurt myself!" Yeah, that kind of tactic wasn't going to work.

As Simmons got the top part off, Donut breathed a sigh of relief. "But, that's much better now. I feel like I can breathe!" Now came the time to inspect the rest of his body. The nanosuit was starting to bunch up around his stomach, proof that it wasn't shrinking with him. He frowned. "This totally isn't cool! My clothes aren't going to fit me at this rate!"

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Simmons really appreciated the effort on Donut's part to not be squirming around. He was already uncomfortable with the situation, excessive movement would have just freaked him out at this point. Not that it was particularly difficult to freak Simmons out

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"You big baby," Donut teased. Now that Simmons had affirmed that he was done, Donut worked on removing the codpiece and other such odds and ends with his armor. In all honesty, he probably could have just stepped out of it, but Donut didn't want to entertain that terrifying thought. He wanted to disregard the fact that he was getting smaller at any given opportunity.

The remainder of the armor was set down in a pile and Donut sat down on the floor to get the leg parts off. "My clothes are meant to fit my body as it was, so of course they're not going to fit, Simmons!" He replied. And his nose scrunched in disdain at the suggestion of a belt and rolling his pants up.

"Are you crazy?? What a fashion faux pas!! What do I look like, a farmer?" The irony in that statement would probably be lost on Simmons, unless he happened to remember where Donut was from.

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Simmons stepped back and scowled at Donut's light jab while his arms crossed over his chest. "Says the guy who can't even get his own armor off." He griped, obviously a little grumpy.

He blinked in confusion at Donut's other statement, honestly a little perplexed. Sure he currently owned clothes that fit- or so he thought- but he had plenty of older clothes that weren't exactly the right size anymore. Simmons supposed it was a weird thing to expect Donut to have on hand since they didn't exactly come packing all their clothes but still.

".... Uh, no?" He answered brilliantly, the irony lost on him entirely as, like he and Grif had stated years ago, he hadn't really cared about that minor little detail. "But it's not like you have a lot of options in this situation. You have to put on something if we're going to get you to the clinic."