#god i am so tired of things right now please just fukin enjoy

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"Nuparu, I need your technical prowess."

"Hm-hm?"

"I need a bra."

Nuparu turned off his blowtorch, removed his goggles, turned away from his current vehicle prototype, and looked Hewkii directly in the eyes.

Which, due to the fact that he was sitting on the ground while the other Toa was standing, and due to said being's fairly enormous chest being directly in the way of his gaze, was a way harder task than it should have been.

"Eh?" was all that managed to leave his mouth.

"I need a bra," his brother repeated.

Nuparu stared harder.

"You want armor?" he asked.

"No, I need a bra," Hewkii corrected.

"Wouldn't armor be more useful?"

"You know it messes with my breathing and it's too heavy. And these are great for intimidation and distraction."

"What do you want me to do, then?"

"A bra."

"Seriously?"

"Brother."

"I honestly cannot tell."

"I am dead serious." the other assured him, and his face did look every single bit of both the 'dead' and the 'serious'. "I can't run like this. They bounce so hard if I so much as break into a light jog that I have a very real fear they'll rip themselves off one day."

Nuparu hummed. That was a very nasty mental image, so he stopped thinking about it.

"And you don't want armor."

"No."

"Not even a little bit?"

"No."

"Hewkii, this is beyond my expertise."

His Stone brother crouched down next to him, hands joined in prayer. His eyes held a genuine plea for help.

"Please, please, please," he whined: "You're the only one who can help me. I've tried getting some Agori-made ones and none of them fit - they were too small, it was like getting compressed to death by water pressure. I literally can't go to anybody else. I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want, just please please please, for the sake of my health and breasts, I need a bra."

His Earth brethren inhaled through gritted teeth, chin in his hand. He reached out to grab a piece of paper and some chalk, balancing the whole thing on his spindly thigh to scribble something, face scrounched up in something between concentration, resignation and a third secret thing.

After roughly a minute, he turned to offer Hewkii his rough draft of some kind of chest harness: "This good?"

Considering the Toa's enormous grin and the incredibly tight hug he squeezed him into, yes, that was good.