[ harley's definitely not on time, which should be expected, but she also knows how to make an entrance, shuffling in with the hood of her poofy jacket flipped up over her pigtails, still showing off a fair amount of leg between the short hem of her skirt and her fishnets descending into bright pink converse but seemingly unbothered by the cold otherwise.
when she spots dick she bounds up to him, a series of skips, the soles of her shoes skidding across the pavement, and skids to a stop inches away from bumping into him directly. ]
Yeah, but I mighta lost a card, so. [ she doesn't hesitate to fling her arms around him, giving him a brief squeeze. ] How do you always smell good?
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when she spots dick she bounds up to him, a series of skips, the soles of her shoes skidding across the pavement, and skids to a stop inches away from bumping into him directly. ]
Yeah, but I mighta lost a card, so. [ she doesn't hesitate to fling her arms around him, giving him a brief squeeze. ] How do you always smell good?