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[blueshit]

"You know what to do. Leave it at the tone, bitch."

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[ridetheharley]

damn. well at least you know now.

[ She jokes right back, glad that Jesse still has that spark in him in spite of the bullshit that is getting a misconduct in this place. ]

who knows, if you play your cards right maybe we'll christen the place. y'know, for good luck or whatever.

[blueshit]

[ Just texting with Harley is making him feel better, making him feel more like himself. He just hopes the same is true for her. ]

oh shit

i better up my game. can't miss out on an opportunity like that

[ridetheharley]

[ Talking to Jesse is making her feel a whole lot better, like she knew it would. That's why she hit him up in the first place. Or part of why. She actually wanted to check in on him, too, anyway. Though that bit could've waited til morning. ]

yeah, you better bring your a game, mister.

[blueshit]

good thing i got some time to prepare myself

so how you feeling? any better?

[ This had originally been about getting Harley's mind off things, after all. ]

[ridetheharley]

seriously.

yeah, way better. thank you.

[ She smiles and then stifles a yawn. Thanks to Jesse, she might actually be able to get back to bed after all. ]

[blueshit]

no problem

[ Jesse's tired too, but feeling much better about everything than he had been when he'd first flopped down on his bed, restless and anxious. His own eyelids are starting to droop, his mind wandering a little, and he barely catches himself in time to delete the message his half-asleep brain had come up with and type something else instead. ]

im feelin better too

so thanks harley

sleep well ok

[ridetheharley]

any time, jesse.

i'll probably dream about you now, which...infinitely better.

come hang out tomorrow. don't make me come find you. maybe we can meet up at lunch call or something.

night, babe.