[ Odin signs the fuck off, and, like, minutes pass before he's at Harley's door, sweaty and exhausted with his clothes-- a black hoodie and weird, mesh pants-- dishevelled and all over the place. he flew here as fast as he could, and he's definitely got a bit of a blood nose from the roadsign he smacked into on the way. he knocks on the door as fast as he can. eyes alight with excitement when it opens. ]
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[ Odin signs the fuck off, and, like, minutes pass before he's at Harley's door, sweaty and exhausted with his clothes-- a black hoodie and weird, mesh pants-- dishevelled and all over the place. he flew here as fast as he could, and he's definitely got a bit of a blood nose from the roadsign he smacked into on the way. he knocks on the door as fast as he can. eyes alight with excitement when it opens. ]
Babies. Babies. Babies. Babies? Babies.