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[supaahiro]

Hiro has been busy -- very busy. But it's not the busy he wants. It's the busy, however, he delivers to Bar with a, "Purease give to the crew of... Sss...Su... Serenity. Delivery securetu!"

Bar takes the gift away, and Hiro sighs, content. The crew he's met has been so good to him (well, Jayne was scary, but that was logical, right?), it's only

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[button_masher]

"You should roll in twenties, man." A voice pipes up as one Tycho Brahe wanders by, holding a six pack of beer, a tiny robot on his shoulder, a glass, a bag of lemons and a box of Pocky.

Yes. All at once.

[supaahiro]

That's some damn juggling there, Tycho.

"Uh?", sadly, is the reach of Hiro's eloquence. "Don't I..."

...know you from somewhere?

[button_masher]

He goes to clown school. You learn how to juggle there.

Baaad joke.

"You. Are Asian." Tycho decides. And he's very perceptive. "And you look..."

Familiar. Like he's on one of those shows that Gabe watches. Stupid Gabe. With his stupid...stupidity.

[supaahiro]

"...I am Hiro Nakamura!"

It's hard to place a webcomic when it talks to you. Homestar Runner was sort of obvious. Tycho takes thinknig.

[supaahiro]

"No dog," he Hiro says as the shiny-green-but-not-boy landed and made himself at home. "Missing my friend. He is not here. Trying to plan."

He shrugs once, and then says, "I am Hiro Nakamura."

Who the hell are you, snotty brat?

[supaahiro]

"Yes," he says, and shrugs. "Been a week? MAybe?" he's not sure; he's lost track of time in all the chaos. Besides, Hiro and time have a unique relationship.