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[blueshit]

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

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[ridetheharley]

Perfect.

[ Harley smiles, her grin brightening when Jesse makes an effort to interact with her Brucie, even if it's still from afar. She's not so unhinged that she doesn't understand Jesse's hesitance. Afterall, it had been pretty easy for her to feed Bruce the guy who sold him. But also he was a douchenozzle, and Harley feels like Bruce just has that ability to know who the real bad eggs are, and Jesse's a Good Egg.

Bruce lifts his head and grunts in greeting before going back to gnawing on a suspiciously large bone that Jesse should probably never ask Harley about. Meanwhile, she's filling a bowl with some pretzels and chips for munchies and grabbing a couple of beers from her mini fridge. She pops the tops off and holds one out for Jesse, scooting her little side table over to set the bowl of snacks on so it doesn't completely upend on her bed. Not that she's worried about a mess. Her place isn't dirty, but it's as chaotic as the inside of her head is, and it's clear that she flits from space to space working on things but never quite completing any one task. Things are everywhere, but it's semi-organized chaos. ]

I feel like I haven't seen you in forever! What's been goin' on with you? Tell me ALL THE THINGS.

[ She takes a sip of her beer and then grabs a pretzel, tossing it in the air and throwing her head back to catch it in her mouth just because. ]