#mrballoonman

When Tadashi was a child, he looked forward to being a teenager for the car, the freedom, the friends, the parties. When Tadashi was a teenager he looked forward to being an adult for the stress-free days, no high school, the girls, the drinks, the adulthood. Now he was an adult and all he had was a little brother he had to be a father to, and more stress he'd ever felt in his life.

And while he had built a robot made specifically for this kind of thing, Baymax was never made for himself. He was made for people who really needed help, and even if Tadashi had problems of his own, they hardly required assitance. Besides, he had plenty of medication.

Pushing through his schoolwork, it became more and more of a chore until he finally gave up. He crawled into his bed, left alone for the day, and felt progressively more useless and terrible as time passed. By the time one bad thought passed, another came on, he felt heavy, useless, sad. It wasn't long before he cried himself to sleep, riddled with bad dreams, and ended up rolling right off the edge of his bed.

Someone slipped something in my character's drink at the bar; they've been tugged outside and beaten to a bloody pulp for lack of cooperation. How does your muse react upon stumbling across the scene?

          He saw the world as if he were looking through a smudged camera lens. The hair at the back of his head, somewhere near the base of his skull, fell wet and warm, and it was a fair guess to say that he was bleeding. But then it was difficult to tell in his addled state what was blood and what was just soaked with water or mud. Tadashi hoped it was largely the latter.

          "Ugh..." A faint, throbbing sense of pain spread through his body as he felt something brush against his skin and a familiar voice reached through the fog. "B-Baymax... buddy..." 

          The men must have gone, he realized, wondering if the nursebot had frightened them off which would've been irony at its best. Tadashi braced himself and took a juddering breath.

5.

Send me a ✴ and I’ll generate a number between 1-24 (3.) 

My muse is dead, and your muse is visiting their grave 3 years later. My muse walks up behind yours and says "I'm sorry". How does your muse react?

          "I didn't think I'd get to see you again." Tadashi manages a thin smile, hidden by the shadow of his hood. The jacket he wears hangs loosely on his body, and not an inch of skin shows from head to toe; clothing far too warm for San Fransokyo's weather, but he doesn't seem bothered. All of his attention is on Baymax, his final, successful creation.