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The apartments are nice and all, but they really don't come with everything that's actually necessary for… well. Anything other than the basic idea of not dying. He isn't even remotely sure when he's ever going to need these things again, but he's lived with a box of tools in his shed for so long that it's just weird not having any. What's he gonna do when he inevitably gets a roommate that likes to eat the screws out of the furniture for fun, huh? The one he's got is weird enough already.
"hey, mind if i cache you for a minute?" A hardware store is not the most stereotypical place to run into a 'bot, but it's pretty up there. Sure do seem to be a lot of those in general, actually. Funny.
"think you can reach that?" He gestures up towards the top of the aisle at a pack of screwdrivers hung on a hook. Yeah, he could just get himself, but why do the hard work when there's a conveniently tall lady just right there? Sure, she looks a little occupied with some kind of… green drink, but hey. That's just the majesty of having two hands and probably about two feet on him.