Uh, wow. Only one of us has had to lay low in cheap hotel with mysterious burns, so who's trouble now?
[ Yeah. Yeah, she went there. If he's going to keep giving her lip -- the sass kind, not the smooch kind -- then she isn't going to just sit there and take it forever. ]
No, no- he was as wary of me as I was of him. [and he grows serious] He, and his friends...they said that something had been affecting him. Something in his head.
But you'll probably be glad to know I gave back the microbots. No more crawlies. [yes, he knows you didn't like them very much.]
[and he's quiet a moment, running a finger around the edge of the glass, looking in to the liquid before back up towards Harley and lowering his voice]
I trust you, so I'm going to tell you something, but it doesn't leave the two of us. Mainly because I think he's just looking for someone to blame, and it doesn't make any sense but...he was seeing Doctor Crane. And he's insistent that he had something to do with it.
[ She taps her fingernails against the side of her glass, frowning at the counter. ]
Look, just because it doesn't make sense, don't discount it outright. People are a lot more intuitive than we get credit for. Especially when it comes to threats.
[ And then she brightens up again. ]
I have a lot of books about it, if you want to read up on the subject!
I appreciate that. I never understood that kind of science- give me robots over people any day. [he'll accept the change - after all, he came here to be distracted, and mulling over it all doesn't really help with that]
[oh, he's gotten used to that kind of look. and kind of just shakes his head...smiling broadly] Pleasant company excluded. At this rate, I'm going to get too comfortable with you.
[yeah, he kind of asked for that, didn't he. but he laughs a bit again, and reaches to put his arm around her]
I still don't know what you think you're going to get out of this. Well, I have an idea, but I just hope you're not expecting anything life-shattering.
[ What. What. Is this really happening? Hahaha yessss ]
I'm sure you're still good with your hands.
[ So kissing is on the table, right? It's gotta be, he wouldn't be entertaining the line of thought unless he at least wanted to kiss her, right? It better be fine, because it's happening now. ]
[well that moved quickly but in hindsight he should know by now that if you give Harley an inch
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yeah.
there seems to be a bit of surprise, which cuts off what could/would have been his response. he's not quite stiff, but he doesn't seem quite certain of how to respond, here, a bit of color in his face when she moves away.]
...huh.
[ain't he verbose, reaching up to touch his lips as if to assure himself that yes, that did just happen]
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[ Yeah. Yeah, she went there. If he's going to keep giving her lip -- the sass kind, not the smooch kind -- then she isn't going to just sit there and take it forever. ]
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...that's the other reason I'm here, I suppose. I had a conversation with the other party.
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... Do you? If you're bleeding internally or something, I swear to god!
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No, no- he was as wary of me as I was of him. [and he grows serious] He, and his friends...they said that something had been affecting him. Something in his head.
But you'll probably be glad to know I gave back the microbots. No more crawlies. [yes, he knows you didn't like them very much.]
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What kind of something?
[ Now he's piqued her professional curiosity. ]
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[hey, look. drinks. he'll be taking his first sip, because if he's going to go any further in to this, he could definitely use it.]
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[and he's quiet a moment, running a finger around the edge of the glass, looking in to the liquid before back up towards Harley and lowering his voice]
I trust you, so I'm going to tell you something, but it doesn't leave the two of us. Mainly because I think he's just looking for someone to blame, and it doesn't make any sense but...he was seeing Doctor Crane. And he's insistent that he had something to do with it.
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[ She taps her fingernails against the side of her glass, frowning at the counter. ]
Look, just because it doesn't make sense, don't discount it outright. People are a lot more intuitive than we get credit for. Especially when it comes to threats.
[ And then she brightens up again. ]
I have a lot of books about it, if you want to read up on the subject!
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I just can't figure out what he'd have to gain by it.
[he'll take another sip, letting it sit in his mouth before swallowing]
I won't say no. It could be interesting. [if it doesn't give him a headache]
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[ Aaand subject changed. She is seriously so sick of Crane and his stupid work ruining everything. ]
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Really? You promise?
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I still don't know what you think you're going to get out of this. Well, I have an idea, but I just hope you're not expecting anything life-shattering.
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I've told you, I just think it would be a good time.
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Only if you're willing to put up with someone extremely out of practice.
[and willingly continued the conversation trail. on his first scotch.]
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I'm sure you're still good with your hands.
[ So kissing is on the table, right? It's gotta be, he wouldn't be entertaining the line of thought unless he at least wanted to kiss her, right? It better be fine, because it's happening now. ]
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well
yeah.
there seems to be a bit of surprise, which cuts off what could/would have been his response. he's not quite stiff, but he doesn't seem quite certain of how to respond, here, a bit of color in his face when she moves away.]
...huh.
[ain't he verbose, reaching up to touch his lips as if to assure himself that yes, that did just happen]
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Hello? You okay?
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I'm fine. I just- remember what I said about it having been a while?
[meanwhile, the bartender just facepalms]
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No kidding! Do you need a walk through?
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fuck it, yolo]How about another try?
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[ She leans in and stops just short of contact. If he wants it, he'll have to come and get it. ]
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