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He was truly blessed, now that he thought about it. It is one of the most undervalued, yet the most significant talents to obtain. Pure magic is what it was, absolutely remarkable. His hands had the ability to create anything. Whether it was things from vast sculptures to the intricate details, it was all achievable.
Sewing, Hunk was talking about sewing.
He first learned how to stitch because of Momma. She's a veterinarian with the curse of animals hating her. Especially when she was in veterinary school, cats thought she was a human scratch post. Every day she would come home from work and little Hunk would notice her scrubs layered with scratch marks. He took the time to teach himself how to repair clothes just for that reason. It wasn't long before Momma noticed the rough sewing along with her uniform. It's not necessarily the greatest, but she admired the cause. Thankfully, through the years, Hunk improved a great deal. Because to this day, she still hasn't earned the reliance of ruthless kittens.
Hunk enjoyed the nature of it, even though the skill has been watered-down to nothing but a pathetic job. Mainly because it's traditionally woman's work. And we all know how society feels about brown women and their accomplishments. Degraded and disregarded. Sewing has literally kept the world together. But because the practice was associated with dark-skinned women, it was feminized and overlooked. And for some reason, cishet people don't know how to keep gender out of things. For god's sake, there are legitimate discussions on whether Blue from 'Blue's Clues' is a girl or not. What the actual hell.
Who knew something as simple as sewing could create such rage. Not only because of the history, but also because of the reason Hunk is sewing in the first place. In all honesty, the situation is pretty ridiculous. It's just that Pidge doesn't know how to keep her hands to herself, a classic move. Being the only two tech geeks in the castle results in some rough positions. For instance, nobody knows how to handle Pidge and Hunk when they get into arguments. Since they think so much alike, they are constantly at each other's necks (kind of like Lance and Keith, weird, right?). So they have that going. And to make it even worse, some of their important equipment started to run low on battery and track down the path of death. This generated panic from the tiny green one. The sad part was that the "important equipment" was Pidge's phone.
Just to be clear, when the paladins first came to space, they left with everything in our pockets. Meaning, they all still have keys to dorms and phones with no chargers. And Altean technology is more superior than Earth's scummy tech. However, no one dares to tell a computer nerd to leave their phone behind, it just wasn't happening. They soon had to adapt to the Altean culture. They built their own chargers and adjusted the ports as they went along. Of course, they made the cords ten-feet long, genuinely who wouldn't. But the cables aren't perfect because they aren't exactly in one-piece. It's more like multiple lines connected with tape and left on the floor with open wires (blame Pidge for that one). Hunk knows it's not something to be called "safe" but it's still a work in progress. At least he is open to criticism.
Continuing on the story, Pidge's phone was now in single-digit battery life. But that's not the best part, she left the charger back in Shiro's room at the castle. She left…the one and only charger we have…at the castle! Her excuse was that Shiro was using it because he wanted to play Angry Birds on his puny iPhone. Lies! Hunk knows that for a fact because Shiro doesn't play that, he plays Candy Crush! Keith is the one who plays Angry Birds! Being the nice friend means memorizing information like this.
Time was running out and the phone wasn't getting any better. The tension was jumpy and voices were cracking. It all went downhill when Pidge's nerves went from 0 to 100 real quick. The second her phone's screen faded to black, was the second everybody saw their life flash before them. That's when the sweet sound of death arose.