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I heard you were looking for me.

CAN YOU BELIEVE we live in Florida and I can't find a single place that'll sell me a flamingo?
What is this world coming to?

[See: Attached Selfie.]

Guess who.

[Batman gave him more attention, Harley. Neener, neener?]

[It's midnight; the witching hour.

Crane texts when he wants, by the way.]

Boo!

[Hello, Harley.]

[ring ring, Harley. someone's calling you from a payphone. honestly it took enough for him to make this call, but he's not sure who else he could count on-

-hell, he doesn't even know if he could count on her, he just. needs to talk to someone.]

[He found a place that seemed empty. The bat has an extra set of wings, and a third eye; generally a creepy, large, black, hairless creature. It slipped in through a cracked-open window in the dark kitchen of Harley's residence, turned a corner and --

-- flew right into her face, squeaking wildly?!]

I think I owe you a drink or dozen.

[ After this.

Bruce has a moment to really consider what she said, and the fact that Harley wouldn't call him for no reason at all. Well okay, she would, but to rat out Crane? There has to be something else going on, and if he can turn them on each other, even a little, then he shouldn't hesitate to stir those flames.

But now he's messed up. He has to go to her, and given how mercurial she is, he has to be on his best behaviour. Even apologetic. ]

That was rude of me. I want to hear what you have to say, especially if it's about Crane.

I've heard people at work call it hump day, as if it's like Friday. Do you suspect that might mean it's allowed to have something stronger than pie?

Hey, Harley. Harley. I know you aren't here right now so I'll keep it short.

[Rhys is clearly a pro at flirting with people and everyone should start taking notes fucking pronto.]

I've been back a few days, but... lots of things kept coming up. Not to say this wasn't important-- it's really-- and I mean really-- important to me. That we should grab a drink. The two of us. Whenever you're free. No rush.

[Nailed it like the world ran out of hammers and he took on the job single-handed.]

[ Ahead of coming to pick her up for the Swearing In event, Lucifer sends Harley a gift, which would simply appear on her dresser or pillow or wherever she happens to be wandering in the hours preceding his arrival to pick her up.

He comes and go as he pleases, after all. Unseen, unheard. Creepy stalker angel. But don't worry, he'll knock later. ]

[ring ring, Harley. for this, he'll actually want to talk with you love as opposed to texting.]

Harley- it's Robert. I...need a favor, if you're willing.

[She doesn't sound quite all there, exhaustion and nerves and hesitation. It took her an hour to muster up the drive to actually make the call.]

Uh, Miss Harley? My name is Gogo Tomago. Um. Profe- Robert Callaghan suggested you as someone I can talk to about...about what happened last weekend?

If you've got time to set something up I would appreciate it.

...

Thanks.

[Awkward message is a go!]

Are you doing all right? All things considered?

[ a stalker appears! ]

So you have a new squeeze?

not going to have to worry about that problem anymore.

you are going to need to bring your own shovel though. mine's broken.

I confess I find myself enjoying my respite. Like Thoreau said, I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Regardless, I'll keep this simple. I require your company for a minute or two. There are matters we must discuss.

[Aka come and visit me. For matters of business, truly, but it's a request nonetheless.]

Hey, do you have Halloween costume plans for your cat?

Or for yourself I guess but CAT COSTUMES.

Good evening, Miss Quinn.

I am offering you an appointment early in November, should you find yourself bored and in need of a sympathetic ear.

Whether or not you attend is up to you. I expect your punctuality to be on the dot. Don't make me reschedule.

[Sympathetic, ha ha. YEAH.]

Remember that movie you recommended a month ago?

It's even worse dubbed.

[and by that he means 'i may have been tipsy and browsing TV and had a moment']

Miss Quinzel, I am writing in regard to your juvenile encouragement of teenage girls and women, many of whom are vulnerable, to message me their affections. It has come to my attention that you have coached them to see themselves as my mistress and lifelong companion. I shall not delve into the contents of their letters, but to say these ladies are fascinated not by my work but my unfortunate appearance. They claim I must have suffered during my life to be driven to such desperate measures.

Needless to mention, this disregard of my decisions is the greatest insult.

Contrary to their belief, you are not my "friend" or "compatriot". They're all pathetic, just like you.

Stop encouraging this nonsense. I know it was you. You shall not be warned again. Do you understand that, you peon?

[The tantrum is strong!]

Do I get some sort of prize if I got Crane to quit a conversation out of frustration?

You have answered none of my important calls, Miss Quinzel. What are you doing? This childish tantrum is most unbecoming and wasteful of my time.

[he doesn't remember much of the trip back, nor falling asleep. some part of him's observed that Harley helped him back through security and to the campus, but the images are blurry and he's too worn out to try and make sense of much.

the dreams are interesting, though. so interesting that when he does wake up it's with a start, heart pounding as he pushes himself up.

his familiar surroundings are, at least, a sort of comfort as his mind races to catch him up. De Chima. basement. needle-]

Edited 2015-12-21 16:13 (UTC)

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