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"On a scale of one to ten," He strolled into the loft, tossing a bouncy ball up and down in his hand, "How terrible am I for stealing this from a kid?"

"I'd say three, only because it's really cool." 

“What the fuck!?" Nibs shouted before tossing the pillow as far from him as possible.

Harry burst into laughter. "Caught him jerking off in that, was seeing how long it would take for someone to lay on it, almost gave up but you never disappoint me."

"Harry, listen to me, and listen good: I do not care right now." He said, pulling a pillow over his face. 

"Okay, but if you get pink eye because of Tyler's jizz on that pillow don't say I didn't try and warn you." 

"So fucking tired." Nibs mumbled as he crashed down onto the couch in the loft, rubbing at his eyes.

With only his nose and eyes poking up from behind the couch Harry stared down at Nibs. "Psssttt..."

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"It's gunna hurt like hell." he admitted. "But I trust you, and the sooner we do this the faster it will heal. We don't need a professional. Please."

"Yeah, I don’t really care. Keep your fingers, sticky or not, away from my stuff or you’re liable to find them cut off."

"Right, got it." 

"Yeah no thanks, mind stepping away from my shit?" Edie instinctively pulled the purse back towards herself, not trusting a thief any father than she could throw them. 

Harry pulled his hands back as soon as she took the bag. "I can see your charming wit hasn't changed." he laughed nervously, he never found the logic of being hostile towards the blonde despite her choice of loyalty. "Didn't take anything if that's what ya think. My fingers are only sticky when it's a job."

Edie bit her lip as she walked, her destination set on The Black Sheep. Normally she might have tried the Grotto but she wasn’t interested in trying to fight for attention tonight. The Black Sheep made it easier for attention to just come to her rather than dealing with the sniping of mermaids in the background. 

Harry stopped in his tracks when he heard the fall of the purse, instinctively bending down to help whoever dropped it. "Here, let me-" he quickly stood back up, avoiding eye contact when he realized who it was. "Oh...hi Edie..."

"And the master of smartass comments is back. I was wondering if you had died."

"And you would've been heart broken, I get it." 

“Mio dio. When did five in the morning happen.” Renee pulled her coat closer, checking her reflection on a window as she rushed home.

"Usually after 4:59 in the morning." 

"To begin with, you’re far from subtle. Barging onto a roof that isn’t public access and demanding to know if someone saw your brother who would be holding a bag isn’t exactly normal behavior. As for what you’re name is, I don’t really care."

"Speculations, those always get you very far." he took one more look below and felt content to continue on his way. He could stand there and banter with the stranger but he was never a confrontational person. That, and he found outsiders weren't the best bunch to associate with, especially if they stuck out like a sore thumb. "Have a good night, and try not to get shot, you're an open target to a bored sniper." he nodded once before turning and going down the fire escape.  

"A thief who gives his name out freely. Makes sense… if you’re looking to get caught." Emmett turned his gaze back towards the streets below him, already finding this tedious. 

"What makes you think I'm a thief? Or that my name is Harry? Shouldn't believe everything you hear in this town." 

"Can’t say that I have."

"Damnit, okay then." Harry glanced down over the ledge of the building, frowning at the sight of a rare police patrol. "Might have to wait this one out..." he turned the face the stranger again. "I'm Harry by the way." 

"Evidently not." A subtle raise of his eyebrows was the only change in Emmett’s facial expression, not easily shaken by much anymore. 

"You haven't seen one did you?" he asked now suddenly realizing his brother was no where in sight. "A guy who looks exactly like me? We're twins. He was probably carrying a bag."