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He smiled and gently placed that crown back on Arthur's head, softly pinching his cheek and nodding. "How does Italian food sound?" He asked, fully prepared to take him up on that offer if he was serious, though in all honesty, he just had a huge hankering for Italian and dining with someone attractive and enjoyable seemed amazing right now.

Arthur huffed a laugh. “Get me something than the gloop the dinning hall serves and you might just get that too.” He couldn’t even manage to be anywhere close to annoyed when the crown was snatched off his head, so to speak. “Course you are. Just find a bird to pose with and you’ll give the Disney Princesses a run for their money. Or, well, that or a flouncy dress. Either or.”

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"You've gotten so great at it, you bloody wanker. I can't fuckin' believe it we have the next Calvin Harris on our hands." He kissed at Edison's cheeks and hugged him close, "you need to me or something, that's a song I must do a strip tease to. Or dance on a pole to. Or something sultry that requires little to no dignity."

Completely caught off guard by the hug, Edison let out a call of surprise. “Augh!” Though he broke into a laugh, embracing the other. “You piece of shit,” he said between chuckles, though his heart raced a bit, genuinely afraid Harlan hadn’t liked his work.

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"Damn," Harlan commented as he stopped in his tracks, just listening to the sound of the older mans voice echo in his ears. "With a voice like that you could serenade me into marriage, just, damn."

         Blaze was laid out under the San Francisco sun in the courtyard of campus with stella across his midsection, strumming lazily across her strings before beginning a familiar chord progression. 

'Someone's always coming around here, trailing some new kill Says I’ve seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill And what’s a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill So glad to meet you Angeles’

x.

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Harlan gasped, clearly caught off guard by her blasphemous proposition. "Are you mad, woman?" He whispered back, looking around as if he was revealing the secrets to a murder. "And let these hooligans know of my gluttonous ways? That's a brilliant idea! Where should I start?"

Get it while it's hot!

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@Harley_Quinns: I'm gonna shoot people right in the dill hole.

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"There's just so much food" Harlan whined, as if that were a problem. "I want everything, but my bottomless pit can only take so much."

Get it while it's hot!

Asia was grateful that she was in charge of refilling the food and not making it. She strode up to the buffet style barbecue table to check on the trays, nudging you lightly in the arm. “Hey you.” She smiled. “The food taste better when you actually eat it.”

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Harlan bowed dramatically, something halfway between an actual bow and a curtsy and flashed Arthur a proud smirk. "See, if I didn't know any better," he said sliding in next to Arthur and poking his princess crown, "I would think that was a sexual invitation." He gave Arthur a small wink and ever so carefully took the crown and put it on his head, batting his eyes at the other man. "Am I pretty?"

Arthur wasn’t entirely sure what he had been expecting but it hadn’t been…well…that. Heck, he didn’t even think he had noticed whether the guy had messed up or not. It was pretty hard to care when you were in the midst of listening. “You’re gonna need to do something a little more hands on to actually make me make a mess out of my pants, but, damn, you can at least take pride in making my brain short circuit pretty damn successfully.”

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"Alright, but get ready, I'm going to try and make you jizz in your trousers." Harlan cracked his neck a little, clearing his throat and wracking his brain for one of Shakespear's sonnets, until he found one that suited his liking. With a voice as rich as chocolate and just a tempting, he spoke. Harlan had gotten most of the lines nearly perfectly before he had gotten to his favorites "But my five wits nor my five senses can, Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee, Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man, Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be: Only my plague thus far I count my gain 

"That she that makes me sin awards me pain."

Once he was done and no longer acting like a British Shakespearean hooker, he smiled and shrugged, "I messed up a lil', but I'd call that a win"

"I was going to tell you that your first go was already brilliant, but then you offered to recite the bard and seeing as you have that accent working for you… Well it goes to show why I couldn’t resist."

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Harlan made a little box that read 'Property of Cuties with the Booties' and a few stars surrounding for emphasis. 'So, Mikey. Can I call you Mikey? Actually, ya know what, I'll call you puddin', anyway, puddin', sweetie. What do you do for fun?' He wrote, offering Michael a very real, friendly smile.

The drawing was well, interesting? He tilted his head slightly at the totem, trying not to squint because it would definitely look too inappropriate. ‘That’s a cool name. Michael Wexler, Nice to meet you.’ he replied drawing a box and spring coming out of the face Harlan had made with a mallet in the clown’s free hand so it looked more like a silly jack-in-the-box.

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He waited for another excruciatingly long moment before practically bouncing up like a ball and wrapping his arms around Edison in a half bear, half koala hug. “IT’S AMAZING YOU LITTLE SHIT, UNCLE HARLAN IS PROUD.”

His mouth dropping open a bit in suspense, Eddie leaned in a bit, placing his hands on the desk for support as he hovered in front of Harlan. “Yeah…?” he asked expectantly, the corners of his lips dropping a bit in preparation for what had to be bad news. He chewed his lip a bit as he stood there in silence, waiting for the other to finish what he had to say and get it over with.

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"Should I try again? Maybe go a little more shakespearean and compliment your astounding beauty or a little more new age romantic and sweep you off your feet? Try me, sweetie, I've been practicing my charm."

"Not exactly the train of compliments I was planning on getting, but there’s no way in hell I’m not feeling proud anyway."

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"I blame it on a momentary lapse of judgement and an alcohol binge maybe." He said, not being able to stop himself from hearing the frustrated cries only the ignorance of idiots could summon forth.

"How do people turn this kind of crap in?" Clem asked to no one in particular, mostly just fed up with the essays she had been tasked with grading. Muttering to herself again, looking at all of the papers on the desk she was occupying in the library, "Why the hell did I think it would be fun to assign a paper on music?"

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"What's your name, gorgeous?" He asked, idly scribbling nonsense in his notebook, half paying attention.

"Um, okay." Callum sat down reluctanly, face a bright red with embarrassment.

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'Eat wood, screwy.' He wrote, drawing a wooden object that looked more like a totem pole, but nearly resembled a phallic object if you squint. 'My names Harlan," he wrote below the almost-penis-but-not-really totem, a small clown face waving at Michael.

Michael quirked a brow as he read “hooman”, chuckling silently.  ’I’m not a hooman. I’m a Time Lord.’ he scribbled, doodling a sonic screw driver for emphasis. Well, there didn’t seem to be anymore flirting so continuing to pass notes couldn’t hurt he reasoned. 

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"You look like a fabulous warrior princess. You should really be careful with that, my loins aren't always fully prepared for this kind of stuff."

So…safe to say I’m rockin’ it.

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He saw the look on Edison's face and couldn't help but want to play with his reaction. The song was amazing, it was, and Harlan was half tempted to ask him if he could listen to more, but he wanted to play a little, so instead of outright jumping for joy and tackling the blonde to the ground, he pursed his lips and shrugged. "Well... I mean, If I had to describe it I guess I would say..." he left the sentence hang, wanting to see Eddie's face.

Edison paced back and forth across the hardwood floor of his dorm room, surprised a path hadn’t worn where he treaded across it relentlessly. Every moment or so he’d look at the other, head dwarfed by bulky headphones, trying to gauge a response as they listened to his newest work in progress. As the song finally came to an end, he kept a straight face glancing down at his guest. “Well?” he finally asked, eyebrows raising in suspense.

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"Yeah, but my lap is free." He said with a smile, not showing any indication of clearing out his bag just yet, waiting a few moments before shrugging and moving it out of the way. "I'm kidding, feel free to do as you please."

"I um, is this seat taken?" Callum said as he stumbled into the lecture hall.