[charles is probably just. walking into the cosmic multiplex mid-movie or something and promptly gets startled by the big screen and then an explosion goes off in the movie or something and he's even more startled by??? SURROUND SOUND?????]
[yeah! i regret to inform you that he is likely getting jumpscared by this, because that's what harley is marathoning after discovering the multiplex. you're welcome!
she is dabbing(?) tears(??) from her eyes (real) (not clickbait) when she notices she's got company.]
Charles! Come, come sit down! This is the best part.
charles can find harley laying upside down on one of the lounge sofas, legs up with her head hanging over the edge of her seat while she scrolls through the iris. her hyenas are also here, playing tug-of-war with a sad slice of pizza. globs of congealed cheese and sauce are on the floor. try not to step on one.]
[she is in the medbay, sitting on one of the cots! harley is still pretty damp and covered in dried bits of mud/mystery gunk/blood when charles finds her, since arthur and keith tossed her in the pods right away. charles is, unfortunately, going to walk in on the middle of her fishing slightly melty chocolate gold coins out of her titty pocket. this is fine.]
week zero, monday.
anyway, she is wiping away an imaginary tear after taking a bite of one of the desserts after dinner.]
Oh, sugar. How I've missed ya.
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he pauses from where he was about to get something.]
Am I... interrupting something?
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Only my taste buds coming back to life! Have you tried these yet?
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week 1, saturday
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she's walking her two hyenas and looking... oddly energized. one of the hyenas stops to sniff him, like, whomst the fuck is this. hi.]
... You're looking pretty rough.
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... It's been a long day.
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week 2, monday
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she is dabbing(?) tears(??) from her eyes (real) (not clickbait) when she notices she's got company.]
Charles! Come, come sit down! This is the best part.
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Oh? Now you've got me curious.
[he will come sit down next to her...]
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week two, thursday.
Did someone seriously turn ya into an animal while you were in the middle of... uh, whatever that was?
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Apparently it was an accident, so I wouldn't worry too much about it.
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Still, talk about shitty timing. You and Arthur could've started a club.
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week 3, tuesday
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... You know, I almost expect you to hand him a river bean.
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Well, I did offer him some at a later time, if that counts.
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charles can find harley laying upside down on one of the lounge sofas, legs up with her head hanging over the edge of her seat while she scrolls through the iris. her hyenas are also here, playing tug-of-war with a sad slice of pizza. globs of congealed cheese and sauce are on the floor. try not to step on one.]
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... Hey, Harley. How are you holding up?
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I don't wanna talk about it...
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week 3, saturday
... Hey. Good work today.
[a little smile although it's hard to be actually happy about any of this ever]
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[RUBBING HER FACE TIREDLY... smearing her make-up a little.]
I just remembered why I'm not cut out to be a fuckin' narc.
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Yeah, it doesn't exactly feel good. You holding up okay?
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week 4, wednesday
... What a day, huh?
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I wasn't expecting, like... any of that. At all.
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week 4, thursday
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I can't even eat these anymore, what the hell...
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