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hey baby
thinking of you
[ Have a photo attached of Bruce out in the park in the Up, wearing shades and licking enthusiastically from an ice cream cone. ]
thinking of you
[ Have a photo attached of Bruce out in the park in the Up, wearing shades and licking enthusiastically from an ice cream cone. ]
Harley?
[Dinah's sat against a red wall. Her dreads are a complete mess and there's blood in her hair, on her forehead, her top. Her cheeks are speckled with red freckles too and she looks absolutely beat.]
Harley? I need your help.
[Dinah's sat against a red wall. Her dreads are a complete mess and there's blood in her hair, on her forehead, her top. Her cheeks are speckled with red freckles too and she looks absolutely beat.]
Harley? I need your help.
[ the video starts and it's harley looking a little dazed, hair sticking out in a few different directions β clearly, she's only just woken up, judging by the state of her appearance, not to mention the fact that there's a large sleeping silhouette in the background behind her, shoulder rising and falling with every deep breath. ]
D? [ she squints at the screen, trying to figure out what she's even looking at while her eyes take an extra second to focus. ] Where're you at? What's goin' on?
D? [ she squints at the screen, trying to figure out what she's even looking at while her eyes take an extra second to focus. ] Where're you at? What's goin' on?
hey baby I'm back
come downstairs
got something to show you
come downstairs
got something to show you
[ harley doesn't need much prompting to be summoned β actually, she doesn't need any prompting where hellboy's concerned, rolling out of bed as her feet hit the floor with twin thumps before she thunders down the hallway and makes her way downstairs by sliding down the banister, giving voice to a soft squeal when she touches down with a dismount that would be considered impressive if she didn't immediately undercut it with a giddy squeal.
has she remembered it's her birthday tomorrow? maybe. maybe not; her brain can be swiss cheese at times. then again, whenever her man tells her to show up in a different room of the warehouse, chances are she's going to like whatever she finds.
she's more than a little dressed down for hanging out at home, only clad in a pair of shorts and one of his black tees, which is big enough to hang off one pale shoulder as she bounds over to him, beaming bright. ] Okay, what is it? Wait, do I gotta close my eyes first? Or are you just gonna whip it out?
has she remembered it's her birthday tomorrow? maybe. maybe not; her brain can be swiss cheese at times. then again, whenever her man tells her to show up in a different room of the warehouse, chances are she's going to like whatever she finds.
she's more than a little dressed down for hanging out at home, only clad in a pair of shorts and one of his black tees, which is big enough to hang off one pale shoulder as she bounds over to him, beaming bright. ] Okay, what is it? Wait, do I gotta close my eyes first? Or are you just gonna whip it out?
[He saw her post and - well, he's not sure a public "HBD" means much from him - shy, maybe? But he does want to show her a little bit of appreciation for letting him make up some hours at the shop, cleaning up and doing all that miscellaneous shit. So he drops off a box of cookies that are still warm from the oven and a little card that just reads:]
Happy Birthday!
Thanks for being kind & helping me out
Hope you have a great time at the Scratch
- Andy Jr
Thanks for being kind & helping me out
Hope you have a great time at the Scratch
- Andy Jr
onions
carrots
parsley
garlic
basil
tomatoes
red pepper flakes
carrots
parsley
garlic
basil
tomatoes
red pepper flakes
Hi! My name is Mrs. Maisel, and I'm calling you today because a Mr. Wade Wilson listed you as a personal reference for my quota survey. Could I bother you to answer a few questions about Mr. Wilson? A girl can't be too careful.
[He has no way of knowing if this is a good time to text someone who ...probably sleeps at more regular hours, but 1:47 AM is prime "I'm wide awake" time for him, so here he goes.]
you own that parlor in the down yeah?
The one for piercings and all
i think you said that
s late now but thnk I could get something soon
need a distraction
figure's a good time for it
when your open of course.
you own that parlor in the down yeah?
The one for piercings and all
i think you said that
s late now but thnk I could get something soon
need a distraction
figure's a good time for it
when your open of course.
hey baby
how'd you like to go on staycation again?
how'd you like to go on staycation again?
A bright red box with a silver ribbon is delivered to Harley. Inside are pink snowflake sugar cookies and a fun selfie. The back of the picture reads:
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! Thank you for being amazing! We should definitely hang out soon. I appreciate your insight and talking with me about "things"! ππ Elle
[Two wrapped boxes arrive at Harley's door very late at night, one addressed to Harley and the other to Cinder. Inside Harley's box is a bottle of tequila, a copy of the exact one they shared on their birthday. Wrapped up in festive tissue paper around the bottle is a set of four shot glasses. A simple notecard with the following message is stuck to the top of the box:]
Happy holidays to my favorite birthday buddy.
Drink up, and cheers to the new year.
I'll swing by to help use these soon. ;) ~Toby
Happy holidays to my favorite birthday buddy.
Drink up, and cheers to the new year.
I'll swing by to help use these soon. ;) ~Toby
Edited 2022-12-21 22:05 (UTC)
It was Professor Plum in the bedroom with festively wrapped boxes
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2022-12-22 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
[Cinder sneaks the delivery while Harls is sound asleep, several boxes, one of which Bruce has already torn into in order to extract and devour his treats by the time they're found.
One contains a dress like the one she wore for Harley's birthday with a note and silly drawing pinned to it that reads, "Twinsies."
Another contains her own homemade peppermint body oil and chocolate lube with another note that reads, "Don't fuck up and put the mint on your pussy. You'll hate life."
And the last is a framed pic of them from one of their nights out, both of them grinning maniacally with a bad angle on the selfie. On the back is written, "Here's to many more! Love ya, Cin"]
One contains a dress like the one she wore for Harley's birthday with a note and silly drawing pinned to it that reads, "Twinsies."
Another contains her own homemade peppermint body oil and chocolate lube with another note that reads, "Don't fuck up and put the mint on your pussy. You'll hate life."
And the last is a framed pic of them from one of their nights out, both of them grinning maniacally with a bad angle on the selfie. On the back is written, "Here's to many more! Love ya, Cin"]
[a text out of nowhere]
I have to go to a dinner party
okay "have to" is probably strong but I was invited as a plus one so I figure I should
and it's fancy
and it's being hosted by the boyfriend of my contract partner who i'm in love with and the guy who has a crush on my partner is also probably going to be there
so
what kind of shoes should i wear
I have to go to a dinner party
okay "have to" is probably strong but I was invited as a plus one so I figure I should
and it's fancy
and it's being hosted by the boyfriend of my contract partner who i'm in love with and the guy who has a crush on my partner is also probably going to be there
so
what kind of shoes should i wear
[ there's a long pause, but the truth is that harley is really giving this question a serious amount of thought. ]
hmmmmm
okay
first q though
before we get into the shoe talk
and all those relationship dynamics aside
which
bravo
but anyway besides all that
what does the rest of your outfit look like
hmmmmm
okay
first q though
before we get into the shoe talk
and all those relationship dynamics aside
which
bravo
but anyway besides all that
what does the rest of your outfit look like
[It's a photo of a chunky medium-sized yellow dog (recognizable as formerly belonging to Tate, if Harley ever got to meet his pets) flopped belly up on a couch. On the other end of the couch there's an unusual-looking black cat with too many eyes and no mouth all curled up. Both are napping. It's captioned:]
Never thought I'd see this :O
Never thought I'd see this :O
so harls
valentines orgy - love it
but my new Dom's kinda a Sin guard.
I know right? fucking Sin guard. but its the only way im gonna get a job
and she's cool
can she come or... like, best avoid?
also - help me out with a tattoo?
valentines orgy - love it
but my new Dom's kinda a Sin guard.
I know right? fucking Sin guard. but its the only way im gonna get a job
and she's cool
can she come or... like, best avoid?
also - help me out with a tattoo?
Itβs been a while, Harls. How you doing?
Can we meet up? Do somethingβ¦ something wild ? Some crazy shit? Lifeβs been too quiet here for a long time.
Can we meet up? Do somethingβ¦ something wild ? Some crazy shit? Lifeβs been too quiet here for a long time.
you already debating what to ask for our birthday this year
or is that just me??
four months isnt that long to plan!
[Says the man with everything he truly wants already. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― ]
or is that just me??
four months isnt that long to plan!
[Says the man with everything he truly wants already. Β―\_(γ)_/Β― ]
[ Elle has started a handful of text messages to Harley, one of the people she's sending a form of 'goodbye' to after the announcement ends. Any typed message doesn't seem to be cutting it, though, leaving Elle feeling flustered and frustrated. What does she really want to say? A lot but she doesn't know how to phrase her sentences; doesn't know what to call whatever this is. If anyone would know, it would be Harley, which makes the situation a bit complicated. At least until Elle decides to leave a voice message over written word. ]
So, there's a friend I have back home named Vivian. We didn't get along at first because she was engaged to Warner. She had taken my place, you know? But then we got to know each other. She told me secrets about Warner and I shared my own. True bonding between best friends, which is what we became. She even dyed her hair blonde, which looked amazing, by the way. I think you'd like her.
[ There's a pause and Elle lets out a soft huff. She's clearly gone off on a tangent and is pulling herself back in and back on track. ]
What I'm trying to say is that you're my Vivian. The later version of her. The one who I really care about and just adore. The one that I'd want to share my first girl on girl experience with.
[ She laughs a bit, which is good. It masks the sadness and the sniffles and the fact that Elle's not holding it together well. ]
That's a terrible way to put it, I know. See, if I needed to figure that out, I'd call you or message you and ask what the heck do I even say? Instead, you get me blubbering and rambling and --
[ There's another huff and a sigh. ]
If we don't end up going home, I'm going to feel like a complete idiot, but if we do? I know we won't remember each other, but I'll miss you just the same.
So, there's a friend I have back home named Vivian. We didn't get along at first because she was engaged to Warner. She had taken my place, you know? But then we got to know each other. She told me secrets about Warner and I shared my own. True bonding between best friends, which is what we became. She even dyed her hair blonde, which looked amazing, by the way. I think you'd like her.
[ There's a pause and Elle lets out a soft huff. She's clearly gone off on a tangent and is pulling herself back in and back on track. ]
What I'm trying to say is that you're my Vivian. The later version of her. The one who I really care about and just adore. The one that I'd want to share my first girl on girl experience with.
[ She laughs a bit, which is good. It masks the sadness and the sniffles and the fact that Elle's not holding it together well. ]
That's a terrible way to put it, I know. See, if I needed to figure that out, I'd call you or message you and ask what the heck do I even say? Instead, you get me blubbering and rambling and --
[ There's another huff and a sigh. ]
If we don't end up going home, I'm going to feel like a complete idiot, but if we do? I know we won't remember each other, but I'll miss you just the same.
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