Rp Nutshells

19 y/o | He/They

[harumori-rps]

Hello everyone! My name is Harumori, I have a few rules to set due to be being an adult.

1. I do Cannon x Oc sometimes very rarely

2. Oc x Oc are my favorite and my most preferred

4. Age gaps, sometimes my character will be older or pre adults which I will do for most things

3. I do some spice bit its mostly Angst, platonic fluff and romantic fluff

5. When I do younger character and I mean younger I mean a literal child

6. I do have a habit of losing interest sometimes I wont unfollow but I will tell you or at least try to

7. I am EST, and I do have a life outside of rp but I am very flexible with my time

Fandoms

- Creepypasta

- MHA

- Undertale

- Deltarune

- Delicious in Dungeon

And more

Fandom OC list

Wip

Non-Fandom OC list

Flanagan Heisenberg

Starter one: Neighbor/Roommate

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Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

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He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

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Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

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//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

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Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

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Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

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"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

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//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[vintagemoss]

You’re completely okay lovely! Don’t apologise for anything. Time zones suck and they shouldn’t exist :( //

Marie smiled at his offer and nodded, “ it’s a date. Just let me know when.” She responded. She then picked up the shovel and poured back in the soil before patting it down with the bottom of the gardening equipment. “ just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.” She said sweetly

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//sadly I was gonna try and stay up but I couldn't

Flanagan shrugged, "not ready picky, but if you have something, in mind, I'll happy eat it ot could be a BLT and i still would be happy." He hummed before tugging the pole to see if it was packed down enough "that should be good... oh and the bake goods you would leave, sorry for never eating them, it was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed."

[vintagemoss]

Oh goodness don’t! You matter more than your account. Always put yourself first.//

Marie hummed, taking a mental list of what she had in her fridge to make him a blt. She smiled in satisfaction to see the bird house was stable and beautifully laid in and stepped back with the shovel to admire their work. Her head then turned back to her elder neighbour and gave him a pitiful look. “ hey… don’t worry about it. We all have those moments. In future, I’ll make sure to catch you on a better day.”

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He grinned "hopefully," he said chuckling, "Now, now Marie, hun, don't give me thay look. It comes with the occupation, no one's the same after going through it." He added, before careful grabbing the shovel out of Marie's hand only to throw it back down, to pick up later.

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded slowly, her cheeks warm when he called her hon. “ still… I’m sorry…” she said quietly. “ come over when you’re ready okay? I’ll leave the door open so just call out.” She told him before walking back to her home

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"Yes ma'am!" Flanagan replied, walking into his garage just to change his tank top out for slightly open button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and for another pair of shorts. "Woooow Tnut... you clean up welll!" A voice came form behind making him turn around. "No nono... not now..." Flanagan grumbled "Smoke..."

"Oh come on! I know you missed me... even when you watched me die." 'Smoke' said in reply, a sensation of a hand curling around, Flanagan's arm. "Go away go away!" He spat punching a hole into his wall "Ah shit..." he sighed, but after he did that he didn't hear Smokes voice again.

However, this did prompt him to take his medicine for it, so it didn't affect him so much as it did now. 'I should have known this would happen...' he thought rubbing his face, with a goan, before just brushing his hair again so he could just get out of the house as quick as he can.

//and now i have thrown the Angst lol or at least a tiny sprinkle of it

[vintagemoss]

My poor baby :( //

Marie walked into the kitchen, picking up things on the way so she looked a bit more put together only to shove in the laundry cupboard for her to deal with later on. She rummaged through the fridge for the opened pack of bacon she used the other day before getting to work.

She cranked on the stove and put some olive oil into the pan before putting what was left of the packet to cook. While keeping an eye on the pan, she cut up some fresh tomatoes and washed the lettuce.

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//hey at least its not him dissociating, tbh

Flanagan rubbed his face, trying to not look like he isn't anxious or paranoid, then he knocked on the door. Even though Marie told him the door will be unlocked he didn't exactly trust himself.

[vintagemoss]

“ come in!” Marie called from the kitchen over the sizzling of the bacon. She had just finished the vegetable prep and was flipping the bacon so it was crispy on both sides

[harumori-rps]

He walked in and quietly closed the door "well everything smells good so far, hun." He hummed a he started to grin again, as he got to the arch way of the kitchen.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[vintagemoss]

You’re completely okay lovely! Don’t apologise for anything. Time zones suck and they shouldn’t exist :( //

Marie smiled at his offer and nodded, “ it’s a date. Just let me know when.” She responded. She then picked up the shovel and poured back in the soil before patting it down with the bottom of the gardening equipment. “ just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.” She said sweetly

[harumori-rps]

//sadly I was gonna try and stay up but I couldn't

Flanagan shrugged, "not ready picky, but if you have something, in mind, I'll happy eat it ot could be a BLT and i still would be happy." He hummed before tugging the pole to see if it was packed down enough "that should be good... oh and the bake goods you would leave, sorry for never eating them, it was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed."

[vintagemoss]

Oh goodness don’t! You matter more than your account. Always put yourself first.//

Marie hummed, taking a mental list of what she had in her fridge to make him a blt. She smiled in satisfaction to see the bird house was stable and beautifully laid in and stepped back with the shovel to admire their work. Her head then turned back to her elder neighbour and gave him a pitiful look. “ hey… don’t worry about it. We all have those moments. In future, I’ll make sure to catch you on a better day.”

[harumori-rps]

He grinned "hopefully," he said chuckling, "Now, now Marie, hun, don't give me thay look. It comes with the occupation, no one's the same after going through it." He added, before careful grabbing the shovel out of Marie's hand only to throw it back down, to pick up later.

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded slowly, her cheeks warm when he called her hon. “ still… I’m sorry…” she said quietly. “ come over when you’re ready okay? I’ll leave the door open so just call out.” She told him before walking back to her home

[harumori-rps]

"Yes ma'am!" Flanagan replied, walking into his garage just to change his tank top out for slightly open button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and for another pair of shorts. "Woooow Tnut... you clean up welll!" A voice came form behind making him turn around. "No nono... not now..." Flanagan grumbled "Smoke..."

"Oh come on! I know you missed me... even when you watched me die." 'Smoke' said in reply, a sensation of a hand curling around, Flanagan's arm. "Go away go away!" He spat punching a hole into his wall "Ah shit..." he sighed, but after he did that he didn't hear Smokes voice again.

However, this did prompt him to take his medicine for it, so it didn't affect him so much as it did now. 'I should have known this would happen...' he thought rubbing his face, with a goan, before just brushing his hair again so he could just get out of the house as quick as he can.

//and now i have thrown the Angst lol or at least a tiny sprinkle of it

[vintagemoss]

My poor baby :( //

Marie walked into the kitchen, picking up things on the way so she looked a bit more put together only to shove in the laundry cupboard for her to deal with later on. She rummaged through the fridge for the opened pack of bacon she used the other day before getting to work.

She cranked on the stove and put some olive oil into the pan before putting what was left of the packet to cook. While keeping an eye on the pan, she cut up some fresh tomatoes and washed the lettuce.

[harumori-rps]

//hey at least its not him dissociating, tbh

Flanagan rubbed his face, trying to not look like he isn't anxious or paranoid, then he knocked on the door. Even though Marie told him the door will be unlocked he didn't exactly trust himself.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[vintagemoss]

You’re completely okay lovely! Don’t apologise for anything. Time zones suck and they shouldn’t exist :( //

Marie smiled at his offer and nodded, “ it’s a date. Just let me know when.” She responded. She then picked up the shovel and poured back in the soil before patting it down with the bottom of the gardening equipment. “ just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.” She said sweetly

[harumori-rps]

//sadly I was gonna try and stay up but I couldn't

Flanagan shrugged, "not ready picky, but if you have something, in mind, I'll happy eat it ot could be a BLT and i still would be happy." He hummed before tugging the pole to see if it was packed down enough "that should be good... oh and the bake goods you would leave, sorry for never eating them, it was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed."

[vintagemoss]

Oh goodness don’t! You matter more than your account. Always put yourself first.//

Marie hummed, taking a mental list of what she had in her fridge to make him a blt. She smiled in satisfaction to see the bird house was stable and beautifully laid in and stepped back with the shovel to admire their work. Her head then turned back to her elder neighbour and gave him a pitiful look. “ hey… don’t worry about it. We all have those moments. In future, I’ll make sure to catch you on a better day.”

[harumori-rps]

He grinned "hopefully," he said chuckling, "Now, now Marie, hun, don't give me thay look. It comes with the occupation, no one's the same after going through it." He added, before careful grabbing the shovel out of Marie's hand only to throw it back down, to pick up later.

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded slowly, her cheeks warm when he called her hon. “ still… I’m sorry…” she said quietly. “ come over when you’re ready okay? I’ll leave the door open so just call out.” She told him before walking back to her home

[harumori-rps]

"Yes ma'am!" Flanagan replied, walking into his garage just to change his tank top out for slightly open button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and for another pair of shorts. "Woooow Tnut... you clean up welll!" A voice came form behind making him turn around. "No nono... not now..." Flanagan grumbled "Smoke..."

"Oh come on! I know you missed me... even when you watched me die." 'Smoke' said in reply, a sensation of a hand curling around, Flanagan's arm. "Go away go away!" He spat punching a hole into his wall "Ah shit..." he sighed, but after he did that he didn't hear Smokes voice again.

However, this did prompt him to take his medicine for it, so it didn't affect him so much as it did now. 'I should have known this would happen...' he thought rubbing his face, with a goan, before just brushing his hair again so he could just get out of the house as quick as he can.

//and now i have thrown the Angst lol or at least a tiny sprinkle of it

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[vintagemoss]

You’re completely okay lovely! Don’t apologise for anything. Time zones suck and they shouldn’t exist :( //

Marie smiled at his offer and nodded, “ it’s a date. Just let me know when.” She responded. She then picked up the shovel and poured back in the soil before patting it down with the bottom of the gardening equipment. “ just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.” She said sweetly

[harumori-rps]

//sadly I was gonna try and stay up but I couldn't

Flanagan shrugged, "not ready picky, but if you have something, in mind, I'll happy eat it ot could be a BLT and i still would be happy." He hummed before tugging the pole to see if it was packed down enough "that should be good... oh and the bake goods you would leave, sorry for never eating them, it was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed."

[vintagemoss]

Oh goodness don’t! You matter more than your account. Always put yourself first.//

Marie hummed, taking a mental list of what she had in her fridge to make him a blt. She smiled in satisfaction to see the bird house was stable and beautifully laid in and stepped back with the shovel to admire their work. Her head then turned back to her elder neighbour and gave him a pitiful look. “ hey… don’t worry about it. We all have those moments. In future, I’ll make sure to catch you on a better day.”

[harumori-rps]

He grinned "hopefully," he said chuckling, "Now, now Marie, hun, don't give me thay look. It comes with the occupation, no one's the same after going through it." He added, before careful grabbing the shovel out of Marie's hand only to throw it back down, to pick up later.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[vintagemoss]

You’re completely okay lovely! Don’t apologise for anything. Time zones suck and they shouldn’t exist :( //

Marie smiled at his offer and nodded, “ it’s a date. Just let me know when.” She responded. She then picked up the shovel and poured back in the soil before patting it down with the bottom of the gardening equipment. “ just tell me what you want and I’ll make it for you.” She said sweetly

[harumori-rps]

//sadly I was gonna try and stay up but I couldn't

Flanagan shrugged, "not ready picky, but if you have something, in mind, I'll happy eat it ot could be a BLT and i still would be happy." He hummed before tugging the pole to see if it was packed down enough "that should be good... oh and the bake goods you would leave, sorry for never eating them, it was one of those days where I didn't want to get out of bed."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[vintagemoss]

It’s a fun game! I would recommend it if you have the opportunity to play it. I thankfully get it for free on my Xbox. I love Minecraft!!! Are you on your two week faze? 🤭//

Marie wiped her mouth before closing the bottle and popping it onto the grass. “ can I make you something? I got some fresh fruits and vegetables this morning if you want,” she offered, stepping out of the way for him to get the bird house in.

[harumori-rps]

//Note really tbh it just one of those moments of fixation! But sorry for not replying since Im EST I took a nap and by the time I woke up you were probably asleep TvT

"Mhn sure, but in return im gonna make you dinner." He said, placing the bird house pole into the dug out hole. "Hope you, you like Scottish and Irish foods. Thats basically my whole diet." He added with a chuckle.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Is that a house?" A bright, cheery voice interupts his grumbles as the footsteps he noticed approaching come to a halt next to him.

Since his discharge he'd learned that the neighbors were 'fostering' a kid. Quotation marks because he couldn't tell that they were doing much. Hell, they didn't even try to stop the kid from bothering him.

"Why is it so small?"

[harumori-rps]

//Accidentally used the wrong acc sob but hey if you like yandere stuff the go ahead and read- I am sorry tho TvT

Flanagan immediately stopped digging 'is that a damn child I hear? The fuck? Where is this damn parents' he thought, before turning his head "Hey, there kid... could ya help these old bones? My leg isn't what it used to be, but to answer that question, this house is small because itself for the birds to live in."

He replied grunting as he, stood back up 'tsk, I know my parents didn't pay attention to me cuz of work but at least they tired... I'm gonna have to have a few words with them... letting a kid wander by himself who dose that.' He thought again, however, the more he did think about it the more pissed off he got.

"You uh... also hungry? I have some fruits and stuff to make a sandwich..."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I can help!" He peers down at what Flanagan is doing, poking one red sneaker at the dirt. "What do you need me to do? Why are you building a house for the birds? I'm not supposed to eat stranger's food in case you're poisening me or somethin."

[harumori-rps]

"All you need to do is dig a deep enough hole alright?" He hummed slightly as his lips twitched up slightly "but to answer that question, birds can build their nest instead it of it. You see inside is hollow, and that hole in bird house serves as a entrance, its one of the more, safer places for a bird to lay their eggs for baby chick to hatch out of." Flanagan stated.

He then tilted his head slightly. "Well who ever thought ya that isn't exactly wrong, which is a good thing. But you can trust me, I used to be in the military ya see, so you cant trust me, besides its hot out kid, and you need food and water on these like these." He sighed patting his head.

"But if it makes you feel better. Im Flanagan Heisenberg, and you, kid?"

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Kai!" He flops on his stomach, digging at the hole with his hands and whatever tool Flanagan had left there. This method is a bit more wild and dirty than Flanagan's attempts, leading to dirt flying every which way. "I don't trust the army, but I like you. You seem nice. We can eat after we make the house for birds!"

[harumori-rps]

"Nice to meet cha kai... but can I ask why, you don't trust the army?" He asked, almost snorting at how whiled, Kai was digging. 'And nevermind, whoever is raising this kid is teaching him the right thing but in the wrong way' but he just sighed, already planning on waking to the cooler to grab water.

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"They stole my dad." He lifts his head, a smudge of dirt on his cheek, dark eyes wide. "An' locked him up."

[harumori-rps]

"Look kid... I'm not gonna sugar coat this. If they army did that, it was because your dad did something extremely bad that they had to involved okay?" He muttered, as he patted his head "but, look, you can be something better then him and whatever he did. You just gotta follow your heart..."

Flanagan shortly closed his eyes "but ill try and pull some old strings to see if I can get a look at that file of your dad alright? However, I need you to promise me something. If something ever happens and you don't feel safe, run to my house, the key will be under my mat."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

This, of course, only got tears, although he did not stop digging. "He good," he insists softly. "He's good. It wasn't fair, you hear? It wasn't."

He wipes his eyes, smeering more mud across his face. "You keep your key under your mat? Isn't that dangerious? 'Sides, I don't feel safe lots because I'm sick. Do I get to come over if it's just the sickness?"

[harumori-rps]

"I know bud, most things are, but for them, they may have had things that pointed to him, thats why im gonna look into it okay?" Flanagan said poking his nose "but its only dangerous if its the first place some looks, besides, if you forget one key its good to have a spare, somewhere."

He hummed waking over to grab to cold waters out of the garage really quickly before coming back. "And if your sick sure, you can kid."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai wrinkles his nose, watching Flanagan walk to the garage. He accepts one of the waters without complaint, unscrewing the lid. "You're a nice 'dult. Do you think the hole is deep enough?"

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know its disgusting isn't it? But its good for ya, trust." Flanagan chuckled as he looked down at the hole "let me see." He added picking up the pole the the bird hous was gonna go on and put it into the hole. "Yeah its deep enough."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I gotta wash my hands quickly." He glances around. "I'll be right back." He runs back to his own houses, returning a few minutes later, his skin pink and clean. He'd changed his muddy shirt and was now carrying gardening gloves. "Now what do we do?"

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan grinned "now, i put this pole in, and you? All you have to do is hold it straight now." He replied, as he straightened the pole for Kai to hold onto for him. 'This kid is smart... now i wonder waht his dad did...'

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai pulls on his gloves, then grabs the pole, tongue between lips in consentration. He was shorter than the birdhouse was, but not by much. Right at the age were he'd probably shoot up soon. As Flanagan works, Kai glances at him, noticing his manerisms. They fascinated the child.

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know that look. Speak whats on your mind." He said pushing the dirt back into the hole, he didn't care if all the dirt wasn't there as he used his left foot to pack the dirt down as much as hos body would allow him.

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Do you kill people? You smell like dead people, but you don't look dead nor haunted. Are you haunted? My foster-dad says that ghosts aren't real, but I think they are." He speaks quickly, the words spilling out on top of each other, his eyes still fixed on Flanagan.

[harumori-rps]

"No I don't kill people, and don't listen to your foster dad on that. Ghost are real, I feel my comrades that passed all the time, especially when I cry." He stated with a small grin "but I smell like this because I don't take care of myself sometimes hence why I probably smell."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

He stares, taking a couple steps back. "You're dirty?" His voice was less disgust and more straight up horror, as if Flanagan might infect him with something.

[harumori-rps]

"Hey no! Its nothing infectious I promise, I would have known if I was." He laughed, as he crouched down with a grunt escaping him "just some days, its hard for me to get out of bed or clean myself up, thats really it, so its nothing you gotta worry about."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[vintagemoss]

Hey I’m more than happy to lean into that!! And I’m okay thank you, just playing some fallout 76. How are you sweetie?//

Marie lifted her head up from the task of the hole when Flanagan came back and flashed him a kind smile. She noticed the quiet authority of simply twisting the cap off for her which she was very much thankful for. “ thank you, Flan.” She said. She put down the shovel and whipped her hands on her jean short’s before taking the bottle to take a hearty sip

[harumori-rps]

//ooo I never played that, wish I could tho. But im good playing Minecraft for a bit but im glad you and your day has been okay! ^^ but if I do its probably gonna be ptsd hallucinations

"Your welcome, hun." Flanagan replied, opening his own bottle as he drank a half of his water, before he picked the the pole of the bird house. "Alright, were almost done then we can eat something."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[vintagemoss]

She wants that cookie so bad-//

Marie watched him go into the garage and let out a shaky sigh she didn’t know she was holding. That man was something… he was twice the age but he was making her feel things she was meant to feel about guys her age. Not him…

She fanned herself with her hand for a moment before picking up the shovel Flanagan was using to get to work. While he was gone, she made an appropriately sized hole for the bird box and attempted to distract herself from her thoughts

[harumori-rps]

//I can see that lol im very tempted to lean into the Angst aspect (idk why tho its the the urge) anyways- how are you???

Flanagan grunted slightly when leaning back up, however, he took no mind to it as he walked back out with two bottles of water. "Alright hun, here you go." He said handing, the bottle out to her, after twisting the top of the cap knowing it was a hassle to get off sometimes.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[vintagemoss]

She leaned into the head pat, the affection making her feel warmer than the heat of the weather. She nodded at his words and smiled, “ and I’ll get to this… that okay, sir?”

[harumori-rps]

"Of course, sugh." He said, his eye widening a bit 'okay thats pretty cute... shit come on flan shes old enough to be your daughter...' he thought, removing his hand from her head before going back into his house through the open garage door.

Up the step into the kitchen, "thats girl... shes a sweetheart but can't help but, damn why is my heart racing? I never felt this way.. but i also cant help but feel like somethings off..." he goan opening the door to his fridge grabbing two bottles of waters from the bottom shelf.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[vintagemoss]

Marie nodded before she grinned, “ I don’t have any bottled water but I have some cans of soda if you like Diet Coke?” She suggested

[harumori-rps]

He just patted her head "no worries hun, I have some in my house, I was gonna grab some really quickly, but I do appreciate the offer though." He replied "I'll also grab you a bottle too."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[vintagemoss]

Marie shrugged, “ well the offer is there… I am more than okay to handle it for you.” She assured. She did a lot by herself but it was nice to hear that Flanagan had his own morals he stuck to. She licked her lips subconsciously before nodding to the hole, “ what would you like for me to do?”

[harumori-rps]

"Probably getting that hole dug, if tha fiest thing, the after that I can hold the the pole of the bird house straight, for the dirt to get packed in then it's done." He hummed, "I'll also get some water, its not hot like the Texas sun, but its still hot enough, need some."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[vintagemoss]

Marie didn’t catch what he had murmured but by this visual response, he wasn’t very happy. They had some pretty self righteous people in the neighbourhood… she even got a few unwelcome words when it came towards her small business and how apparently it was a cover up for some drug dealing.

The younger woman smiled at his ask and nodded, “ will do! You can call me what you want… I’m not very fussed.” She said before a sweet giggle left her lips. “ I don’t think you’re grumpy, Mr. Tired? Maybe… that’s why I came to help. You just sit back and relax and I’ll get this done for you.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a chuckle this time "Tired? Thats a new one, ive been called grumpy, stubborn, the 'mean man' and so much more." He replied as he now had a faint smile.

"However, what kinda man would I be if I made you do everything, Marie? Thats would be impolite for me to do, my mama would have my head for not, doing anything when someons helping me especially a woman." He added, wiping any dirt off on his shorts before placing a hand on her head. 'Especially with the amount of times I had my ass beat by her, when she asked me to help her with something...' He thought, he could already see the image of his mothers hunting gaze just by thinking about it.

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[vintagemoss]

Marie poked her head up from the rose bush she was tending to at the sound of frustration and short patience. Her neighbour… she had tried a multitude of times to be nice; giving him flowers and baked goods but her kindness was never respirated. She pulled off her gardening gloves and stepped onto the street path, walking over to her elder neighbour’s plot.

“ do you need a hand, Mr? That’s a pretty little house you got.”

[harumori-rps]

He let out a sigh "as much as I hate admit needing help... yeah I do. I hate feeling like I old then again im probably a fossil, you, even if im near my fifties..." he said, with a grunt when he got up and ran his hand through his hair.

"But thats what happens when you been shot at on the field for 3 decades." Flanagan added, with small twitch of his lips threatening to make him smile. "But uh... thanks hun."

[vintagemoss]

Marie gave him a sad smile as she walked onto his property, stopping infront of the whole he made to stick the bird house in. Her cheeks warmed at the term of endearment and nodded, “ that doesn’t make you old… that’s what nursing homes are for. Serving just makes you admirable.” She said warmly.

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan let out a huff "Even so it still a bitch to deal with. Besides, I was only a combat medic, little miss, nothing that special other then taking sure my comrades stayed alive no matter what." He replied. 'Huh? Shes blushing? Was it became I called her hun... thats new. I do wonder what shes thinking though.' He thought.

[vintagemoss]

A pout came to her lips as he belittled his noble work. “ you kept those men alive so they could fight. I think you did the most honourable job.” She said, trying to make him see how cool he was. She subtly admired him, noting on the saltiness in his hair and the softness in his physique. He was beautiful…

[harumori-rps]

//I do apologize for my grammar, I have a habit of typing fast and not realizing it TvT

"Hun, your honesty to sweet for your own good especially to me," He said chuckling, as he gave a faint smile. "Alright lets see... the hole needs to probably be almost elbow deep so it actually stay up..." he hummed as he mental started to calculate but then stopped.

"What is your name anyways, little miss? I can't keep call you hun, or little miss all the time now can't I? I'm Flanagan Heisenberg."

[vintagemoss]

Don’t stress about it sweetie!! I have the same problem 🤭//

Marie shrugged, “ just being appreciative..” she said quietly. She listened to his plans attentively, nodding along as her eyes stayed trained on him. Her cheeks only became warmer at his question and tempted on speaking her mind to him. She would have preferred her to keep calling her hon and little miss… made her mind feel fuzzy and her heart flutter.

“ I know who you are, Mr Heisenberg…” she heard his name often from worried parents who didn’t want their children to be around a grumpy man, “ my name is Marie. Marie Isley, sir.”

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan went quiet, for a minute taking a moment, to absorb what Marie said before sighing. "Not this shit again... can no one seriously not keep my name out of their mouth, in public." He said under his breath, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Well its... nice to officially meet you Marie, but please call me Flan, Mr. Heisenberg was my father." He hummed, putting his hands on his hips, "i'll also make us some lunch, since I'd be a bad host not to feed someone, who is willing to put up with my grumpy attitude."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Is that a house?" A bright, cheery voice interupts his grumbles as the footsteps he noticed approaching come to a halt next to him.

Since his discharge he'd learned that the neighbors were 'fostering' a kid. Quotation marks because he couldn't tell that they were doing much. Hell, they didn't even try to stop the kid from bothering him.

"Why is it so small?"

[harumori-rps]

//Accidentally used the wrong acc sob but hey if you like yandere stuff the go ahead and read- I am sorry tho TvT

Flanagan immediately stopped digging 'is that a damn child I hear? The fuck? Where is this damn parents' he thought, before turning his head "Hey, there kid... could ya help these old bones? My leg isn't what it used to be, but to answer that question, this house is small because itself for the birds to live in."

He replied grunting as he, stood back up 'tsk, I know my parents didn't pay attention to me cuz of work but at least they tired... I'm gonna have to have a few words with them... letting a kid wander by himself who dose that.' He thought again, however, the more he did think about it the more pissed off he got.

"You uh... also hungry? I have some fruits and stuff to make a sandwich..."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I can help!" He peers down at what Flanagan is doing, poking one red sneaker at the dirt. "What do you need me to do? Why are you building a house for the birds? I'm not supposed to eat stranger's food in case you're poisening me or somethin."

[harumori-rps]

"All you need to do is dig a deep enough hole alright?" He hummed slightly as his lips twitched up slightly "but to answer that question, birds can build their nest instead it of it. You see inside is hollow, and that hole in bird house serves as a entrance, its one of the more, safer places for a bird to lay their eggs for baby chick to hatch out of." Flanagan stated.

He then tilted his head slightly. "Well who ever thought ya that isn't exactly wrong, which is a good thing. But you can trust me, I used to be in the military ya see, so you cant trust me, besides its hot out kid, and you need food and water on these like these." He sighed patting his head.

"But if it makes you feel better. Im Flanagan Heisenberg, and you, kid?"

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Kai!" He flops on his stomach, digging at the hole with his hands and whatever tool Flanagan had left there. This method is a bit more wild and dirty than Flanagan's attempts, leading to dirt flying every which way. "I don't trust the army, but I like you. You seem nice. We can eat after we make the house for birds!"

[harumori-rps]

"Nice to meet cha kai... but can I ask why, you don't trust the army?" He asked, almost snorting at how whiled, Kai was digging. 'And nevermind, whoever is raising this kid is teaching him the right thing but in the wrong way' but he just sighed, already planning on waking to the cooler to grab water.

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"They stole my dad." He lifts his head, a smudge of dirt on his cheek, dark eyes wide. "An' locked him up."

[harumori-rps]

"Look kid... I'm not gonna sugar coat this. If they army did that, it was because your dad did something extremely bad that they had to involved okay?" He muttered, as he patted his head "but, look, you can be something better then him and whatever he did. You just gotta follow your heart..."

Flanagan shortly closed his eyes "but ill try and pull some old strings to see if I can get a look at that file of your dad alright? However, I need you to promise me something. If something ever happens and you don't feel safe, run to my house, the key will be under my mat."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

This, of course, only got tears, although he did not stop digging. "He good," he insists softly. "He's good. It wasn't fair, you hear? It wasn't."

He wipes his eyes, smeering more mud across his face. "You keep your key under your mat? Isn't that dangerious? 'Sides, I don't feel safe lots because I'm sick. Do I get to come over if it's just the sickness?"

[harumori-rps]

"I know bud, most things are, but for them, they may have had things that pointed to him, thats why im gonna look into it okay?" Flanagan said poking his nose "but its only dangerous if its the first place some looks, besides, if you forget one key its good to have a spare, somewhere."

He hummed waking over to grab to cold waters out of the garage really quickly before coming back. "And if your sick sure, you can kid."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai wrinkles his nose, watching Flanagan walk to the garage. He accepts one of the waters without complaint, unscrewing the lid. "You're a nice 'dult. Do you think the hole is deep enough?"

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know its disgusting isn't it? But its good for ya, trust." Flanagan chuckled as he looked down at the hole "let me see." He added picking up the pole the the bird hous was gonna go on and put it into the hole. "Yeah its deep enough."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I gotta wash my hands quickly." He glances around. "I'll be right back." He runs back to his own houses, returning a few minutes later, his skin pink and clean. He'd changed his muddy shirt and was now carrying gardening gloves. "Now what do we do?"

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan grinned "now, i put this pole in, and you? All you have to do is hold it straight now." He replied, as he straightened the pole for Kai to hold onto for him. 'This kid is smart... now i wonder waht his dad did...'

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai pulls on his gloves, then grabs the pole, tongue between lips in consentration. He was shorter than the birdhouse was, but not by much. Right at the age were he'd probably shoot up soon. As Flanagan works, Kai glances at him, noticing his manerisms. They fascinated the child.

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know that look. Speak whats on your mind." He said pushing the dirt back into the hole, he didn't care if all the dirt wasn't there as he used his left foot to pack the dirt down as much as hos body would allow him.

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Do you kill people? You smell like dead people, but you don't look dead nor haunted. Are you haunted? My foster-dad says that ghosts aren't real, but I think they are." He speaks quickly, the words spilling out on top of each other, his eyes still fixed on Flanagan.

[harumori-rps]

"No I don't kill people, and don't listen to your foster dad on that. Ghost are real, I feel my comrades that passed all the time, especially when I cry." He stated with a small grin "but I smell like this because I don't take care of myself sometimes hence why I probably smell."

[harumori-rps]

Rp starter 1 ~ The Neighbor/Roommate:

Possible tropes and Scene

- Age gap

- Neighbor x Neighbor

- Grumpy x Sunshine

- Forced Proximity

- Roommates

- more up to the other person

- Angst

- Fluff (Platonic or romantic depends on the other person)

Flanagan grumbled under his breath, hes been in and out of his garage, almost all morning, trying to put up the bird house he made. His thoughts kept swirling around his head, with survivor guilt, after the brutal attack on his comrades, how he had to be discharged after getting shot in the eye and hiting his knee hard on a rock from impact, he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he tried his best.

He lets out a sigh, and digs up the ground "damn knee... I swear I need to get this thing replaced." He grumbled out, in frustration. "Tsk, I should have cooked something instead of doing this damn shit."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Is that a house?" A bright, cheery voice interupts his grumbles as the footsteps he noticed approaching come to a halt next to him.

Since his discharge he'd learned that the neighbors were 'fostering' a kid. Quotation marks because he couldn't tell that they were doing much. Hell, they didn't even try to stop the kid from bothering him.

"Why is it so small?"

[harumori-rps]

//Accidentally used the wrong acc sob but hey if you like yandere stuff the go ahead and read- I am sorry tho TvT

Flanagan immediately stopped digging 'is that a damn child I hear? The fuck? Where is this damn parents' he thought, before turning his head "Hey, there kid... could ya help these old bones? My leg isn't what it used to be, but to answer that question, this house is small because itself for the birds to live in."

He replied grunting as he, stood back up 'tsk, I know my parents didn't pay attention to me cuz of work but at least they tired... I'm gonna have to have a few words with them... letting a kid wander by himself who dose that.' He thought again, however, the more he did think about it the more pissed off he got.

"You uh... also hungry? I have some fruits and stuff to make a sandwich..."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I can help!" He peers down at what Flanagan is doing, poking one red sneaker at the dirt. "What do you need me to do? Why are you building a house for the birds? I'm not supposed to eat stranger's food in case you're poisening me or somethin."

[harumori-rps]

"All you need to do is dig a deep enough hole alright?" He hummed slightly as his lips twitched up slightly "but to answer that question, birds can build their nest instead it of it. You see inside is hollow, and that hole in bird house serves as a entrance, its one of the more, safer places for a bird to lay their eggs for baby chick to hatch out of." Flanagan stated.

He then tilted his head slightly. "Well who ever thought ya that isn't exactly wrong, which is a good thing. But you can trust me, I used to be in the military ya see, so you cant trust me, besides its hot out kid, and you need food and water on these like these." He sighed patting his head.

"But if it makes you feel better. Im Flanagan Heisenberg, and you, kid?"

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"Kai!" He flops on his stomach, digging at the hole with his hands and whatever tool Flanagan had left there. This method is a bit more wild and dirty than Flanagan's attempts, leading to dirt flying every which way. "I don't trust the army, but I like you. You seem nice. We can eat after we make the house for birds!"

[harumori-rps]

"Nice to meet cha kai... but can I ask why, you don't trust the army?" He asked, almost snorting at how whiled, Kai was digging. 'And nevermind, whoever is raising this kid is teaching him the right thing but in the wrong way' but he just sighed, already planning on waking to the cooler to grab water.

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"They stole my dad." He lifts his head, a smudge of dirt on his cheek, dark eyes wide. "An' locked him up."

[harumori-rps]

"Look kid... I'm not gonna sugar coat this. If they army did that, it was because your dad did something extremely bad that they had to involved okay?" He muttered, as he patted his head "but, look, you can be something better then him and whatever he did. You just gotta follow your heart..."

Flanagan shortly closed his eyes "but ill try and pull some old strings to see if I can get a look at that file of your dad alright? However, I need you to promise me something. If something ever happens and you don't feel safe, run to my house, the key will be under my mat."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

This, of course, only got tears, although he did not stop digging. "He good," he insists softly. "He's good. It wasn't fair, you hear? It wasn't."

He wipes his eyes, smeering more mud across his face. "You keep your key under your mat? Isn't that dangerious? 'Sides, I don't feel safe lots because I'm sick. Do I get to come over if it's just the sickness?"

[harumori-rps]

"I know bud, most things are, but for them, they may have had things that pointed to him, thats why im gonna look into it okay?" Flanagan said poking his nose "but its only dangerous if its the first place some looks, besides, if you forget one key its good to have a spare, somewhere."

He hummed waking over to grab to cold waters out of the garage really quickly before coming back. "And if your sick sure, you can kid."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai wrinkles his nose, watching Flanagan walk to the garage. He accepts one of the waters without complaint, unscrewing the lid. "You're a nice 'dult. Do you think the hole is deep enough?"

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know its disgusting isn't it? But its good for ya, trust." Flanagan chuckled as he looked down at the hole "let me see." He added picking up the pole the the bird hous was gonna go on and put it into the hole. "Yeah its deep enough."

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

"I gotta wash my hands quickly." He glances around. "I'll be right back." He runs back to his own houses, returning a few minutes later, his skin pink and clean. He'd changed his muddy shirt and was now carrying gardening gloves. "Now what do we do?"

[harumori-rps]

Flanagan grinned "now, i put this pole in, and you? All you have to do is hold it straight now." He replied, as he straightened the pole for Kai to hold onto for him. 'This kid is smart... now i wonder waht his dad did...'

[thegentlerbrotherofsleep]

Kai pulls on his gloves, then grabs the pole, tongue between lips in consentration. He was shorter than the birdhouse was, but not by much. Right at the age were he'd probably shoot up soon. As Flanagan works, Kai glances at him, noticing his manerisms. They fascinated the child.

[harumori-rps]

"Oh I know that look. Speak whats on your mind." He said pushing the dirt back into the hole, he didn't care if all the dirt wasn't there as he used his left foot to pack the dirt down as much as hos body would allow him.