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Message to: [Charlie]

Charlie: if i remove the knife,

Charlie: will it still clean without attacking me?

Charlie: i'm too lazy to clean and also too lazy to go out and get a roomba, myself, so.

Harley: Yeah but what's the point of a knifeless roomba????

Harley: life is boring when you aren't constantly worried about being stabbed in the ankles by your vacuum

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Message to: Bas

Bas: damn, if it worked that would've been amazing

Bas: i would, but i feel like it's dangerous with a tiny puppy running around at the same level

Harley: puppy definitely trumps knife roomba

Harley: I would take off the knife and offer it to you but like...the knife is the coolest part y'know?

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Message->[Open]

Harley: do you want a roomba with a knife taped to it?

Harley: i tried to make it remote controlled but for some reason every time i turn on the remote the roomba freaks out and runs right at it

Harley: i don't really have a use for a roomba that attacks its controller so y'know. it's up for grabs

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mrhennings:

“I think that my bathtub still has pink glitter stuck in there.” Michael pointed out to the other. “I’m never getting that deposit back,” he added. It wasn’t a big issue, not for him. It wasn’t as if Michael was hurting for money. “Well someone has to be the adult. I guess that’s me.”

"Maybe next time we'll use silver, it'll match your apartment if we get it on everything," He joked, knocking his shoulder against Michael's. Harley wasn't typically a touchy person; even friendly affection required a certain amount of trust from him, and he didn't trust easily. But the sheer amount of hot dad power Michael radiated made it hard not to trust him. "How about every other Tuesday we change it up, and I'll be the adult and you can run around like an idiot?"

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rcneeflores:

It had been hard enough to drag her ass out for a jog after a full day at the office, and this is what she comes back to. A locked door and a complete lack of a house key. With an audible groan, Renee allowed her tired body to lean against the wall beside her door, sliding down until her bottom hit the ground. Glancing up, she realized she wasn’t alone, making the whole situation that much more embarrassing. “Oh, don’t mind me–” she started with an insecure laugh, looking up at her company. “I was just smart enough to leave the apartment without a key and now I reap the consequences. Now would have been a great time to have a roommate to bail me out of this one, huh?”

If she hadn't spoken, Harley probably wouldn't have noticed her at all. Pretty much all his attention had been sucked into trying to figure out why his remote controlled knife-roomba wasn't responding to the remote; Though perhaps it was just a sign that he shouldn't have tried to make a remote controlled knife-roomba in the first place..."Hey I've done it before too," Harley said with a laugh, sitting down besides her and holding his roomba in his lap, careful to avoid the knife he'd taped to it, "More than once. In fact I do it at least twice a week, mostly on accident, sometimes just to have an excuse to keep my lockpicking abilities in practice."

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mrhennings:

“Peter Pan was not the best role model, y’know. Even without the murder. Just make sure you don’t take Daisy off to Neverland I believe we’ll be fine.” It was times like these that he was sure that this building was filled with the most interesting people. “Harley, I would love to help you two with your airplane. I’d also love if I didn’t keep finding glitter everywhere so let’s do this.” He paused before adding “And, for the record, you are obviously a genius, but you’re also obviously a kid.”

When he'd been a child, the only real role-model/fatherly support Harley had had was Arnold Schwarzenegger in Terminator 2. He'd watched it until the VHS wore out, and then until the DVD had become so scratched it wouldn't play either. Peter Pan didn't seem so bad to him when he compared it to that. "I think you looked good with pink glitter in your hair," He said with a laugh, passing half the stack of cardboard to Michael so he could carry it, "Being an adult is boring, I did it too much as a kid. I plan to make up for it now as much as I can."

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text — hardeedar

Pearce: let's have a ceremony to mourn the loss of all my expertly taken selfies

Pearce: i think it's one of the newest huawei models? i just looked for a cheap phone with good specs honestly

Harley: oooo i've heard good things about those but i haven't gotten my hands on one before

Harley: and I propose a proper Irish Wake, drinking until dawn

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text — hardeedar

Pearce: why do good phones die so young?

Pearce: why must we drown them before their time is up?

Pearce: anyway yeah new phone, always a fun thing. lost all my awesome selfies though so that's a shame

Harley: damn that's almost 80 selfies gone

Harley: a tragic loss

Harley: What kind of phone did you get?

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text — open

PEARCE: did you know that in this, the year of our lord 2017, there are still some phones that aren't waterproof?

PEARCE: i didn't

PEARCE: i had to leave my apartment to go buy a new one and everything!

Harley: i've lost too many phones to water

Harley: they were good phones, all of them

Harley: But hey! new phone, that's exciting!

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mrhennings:

“Co-pilot.” A bark of laughter escaped Michael’s lips. “Harley, you know you’re probably the best person to watch my kid? She tires everyone else out.” He meant that too, the younger man was the “Best babysitter in the history of the world” according to Daisy. “I forget you’re a genius sometimes, man. Do you two need any help?” He smiled fondly at Harley, admiring the young man’s confidence and wit. “See to it that you do, she does have school in the morning.”

"I never get tired, I never plan to grow up, and I can fly," Harley winked at Michael and then knocked his goggles back down over his eyes and struck a pose, nearly dropping his stack of supplies in an attempt to put his hands on his hips, "The new and improved Peter Pan; twice the fun, none of the murder!" Of course, there were times that he faltered, let it slip just how little sleep he got between work and school, but he would do just about anything to see Michael smiling like that...Building a plane with a kid he adored was a small price to pay for it. He pulled his goggles down around his neck at the word 'genius', his goofy grin replaced by a small, almost shy smile, "Yeah, I know I don't really act like a genius...I wouldn't object to your help, y'know, you can keep us from getting too out of hand. Make sure we don't break out the glitter again."

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mrhennings:

Ah yes, that seemed to make sense. Of course Harley had found his daughter and joined in on her silly game. “What are you wearing?” Michael chuckled, amused by the spectacle before him. “A plane? I hope you know how much of a commitment you’re making. She’s claiming that she has always wanted to build and fly her own plane.” Daisy was probably the most creative mind that Michael had ever experienced, though her age showed through with every creation. She’d be a force to be reckoned with someday but for now she still had a long way to go. “But if you’re determined to fly to the ends of the earth with my child then Godspeed.”

Looking at the way the young man acted, you wouldn't guess that he had high amount of dignity or even the usual inhibitions of a fully functioning human, but somehow he found the standing to be offended at the way Michael questioned what he was wearing. "Aviator goggles, I'm the co-pilot," He said, looking almost hurt by his laughter, "And I do have degrees in mechanical engineering and applied physics, I can handle building cardboard plane." It took a ridiculous amount of self-control to not stick his tongue out to further his response, but he decided he looked ridiculous enough already. Harley could only be shameless up to a certain point, and while looking like an idiot had never bothered him, looking like a complete and total idiot (in front of Michael, at least) was where he drew the line. “We’ll go around the whole Earth, and be back in time for snacks!”

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mrhennings:

“If you think that I’m letting Daisy run around the complex with nothing but a broken walkie-talkie and an aviator helmet to protect her then you would be correct. I’m not proud of that.” Michael sighed defeatedly as he nodded, picturing his rambunctious child going on her silly adventures. Maybe he shouldn’t have read her that book on Amelia Earhart after all. “So my apologies if she is disruptive. Feel free to scold her.”

"So what I'm hearing is that I shouldn't have offered to help her build her own plane?" Harley came to a sudden stop in front of Michael and pulled up the ridiculous goggles he was wearing so that he could at least pretend to be a responsible Adulttm for a few minutes. Though the fact he'd been wearing the goggles in the first place didn't do him any favors there. Nor did the stack of cardboard boxes and ducttape he was carrying. "Because she's already drawing the plane she wants, and I've got an afternoon off classes..."

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ronanhalloran:

     ronan knocked on the door and waited for the person to answer. hopefully someone was home, if not, he was out of luck. which… might have been the case. “hey… i don’t mean to be a bother, but do you have sugar? i’m out and i need some for the cookies i’m baking. i promise i’ll return the favor and you can even have some of the cookies i make. i just don’t want to go out to the store and…” ronan trailed off.

As much as Harley wanted to ignore the knocking and continue down the road to becoming a hermit, he didn't want to risk the guilt that could latch onto him if it was something important. He pulled his blanket over his head as he pulled open the door -with his messy hair and the dark circles under his eyes, he could do a pretty stunning impression of a dementor. "Uh...I haven't been grocery shopping in almost a month," Harley said with a little grimace, realizing too late how bad that sounded, "But, I mean, I could probably dig some up. You can come in if you don't mind waiting for a minute, and if you don't, uh, mind the mess." There were half-built lego sets scattered around the apartment, along with stacks of books, pens, and on the coffee table he had a soldering kit resting on a half-melted tupperware lid. It looked like the apartment of a hermit engineer, which...it kind of was.

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charlieok:

Charlie let out a small chuckle as his eyes scanned over the junk mail and few pieces of actual mail before he spoke once again. “Not much of a coffee person?” He asked, his voice still groggy from his cocktail of late shifts and no sleep. He turned to look at the new face next to him, only assuming he lived in the building as well. Why else would he be checking his mail box, Charlie thought to himself. “I’ve had some pretty rough encounters with Starbucks. Every time I’ve decided to grab a cu from them, it’s been from the bottom of he pot and tasted a bit burnt. If coffee can even get to the point of burning?” He asked, his eyes wandering as he wondered on his own words. “I will take you up on that offer if it’s not much trouble, though, as i like cups filled with anything but crap harvested by inhumane labor standards.”

The metal of the mailbox was cold, easing the headache he always had by the end of the day. You'd think the days he had classes would be the hardest, but no. It was definitely the days he worked that made him wish he'd chosen to become as rich as Iron Man instead of as smart as him, so he could just find a beach and spend the rest of his life drinking rum and watching the sunset. "I used to be a coffee person, but now everything I own smells like stale espresso and I can't stand it," He breathed as he removed his head from the mailbox and pulled it open. He tossed the envelopes into the nearest trash bin, but shoved the package into his half-opened backpack. Only the mind-numbing task of building a miniature Millennium Falcon out of legos could make him feel better at this point. "And yeah, coffee can burn. It smells like an ash tray that's been soaking in soggy coffee grounds for a month," He joked, doing his best to smile, "I live on the fourth floor, so if that’s not too far out of your way I could spare the time to make you a cup or two.”

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charlieok:

 Charlie lead himself into apartment complex after, miraculously, talking himself into a shorter shift tonight. Somehow, the boy was still having trouble adjusting to the time difference from back home and it was taking it’s toll. He was still awake from the forced sleepless night before, running on absolutely no sleep. But for some reason, he was guessing home sickness, he couldn’t seem to calm his mind long enough for him to fall asleep. It was a mix of a lose/lose situation and life-long run in with insomnia to blame for the sleepwalking mess the boy became over the past week. “Coffee sounds amazing right now.” Charlie stated, mostly to himself, in his low, Irish accent as he unlocked his mailbox and grabbed whatever was to be inside. His absent mind didn’t realize anyone around him until a voice spoke from beside him.

"God, I wish I could drink coffee still," Harley groaned as he rested his head against the door of his mailbox. Working at the bookstore had ups and downs, and while the in-house coffee shop had seemed like a perk when he'd first started, after four months of the constant smell of stale coffee permeating every aspect of his life...he couldn't drink it without feeling sick. God he missed that caffeine. "But I can put Starbucks to shame," He added, looking over at the Irish (?) man standing besides him, "If you don't feel like paying seven dollars for a cup of crap harvested by inhumane labor standards, I could just make you some." Talking to random people in the lobby was something he'd usually rather die than do, but it had been four months since he'd moved into the building and he hadn't really talked to anyone. He was definitely getting desperate for a friend or two.