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>. Of fucking course Harvey would pull this shit. Like finding Nygma and helping him recover wasn't enough. Now he had to live in his safehouse, too?

While Binary thanked herself for keeping her own place running despite spending more time over there, because this simply wouldn't do. In fact, ever since finding out Two-Face had allowed Edward to stick around, she had avoided this place like the plague.

"...---Ugh. Good Morning. There? Happy?"

Her tone was one similar to a snotty brat -- but she couldn't help herself! Simply being near him was driving her up a wall.

--- "So what did you do this time? Whatever it was, it seems to have wrapped Harvey around your little finger because he feels so damn sorry for you."

Could she ask him to leave? Even when this technically wasn't her place? Probably not. But damn, she wanted to; so bad.<

"---H a h . F-Fuck, Roman."

@unluckieststar

Blood clung to her nails, thick as garnet polish, dripping slow down her otherwise manicured hands. She hadn’t bothered to clean herself— hadn’t the time for it either. Smudged make up and wild eyes, the mess only made her more beautiful, a saint written in ruinous ink.

The stranger’s offer registered, but it also planted a seed of doubt in the back of her mind. Help... Sanctuary? She tilted her head, long curls falling in a loose, blood-matted halo, and regarded him with that predator’s stillness, the kind that made men forget whether they were pack or prey.

Parting her blood red lips, Astaria let out an exhale first before speaking.

ahhh thank u so much for worrying!!! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ I'm okay! I've just been taking a break from cyberpunk (I've been reading/writing for my mortal instruments oc alongside some friends, so I've been more active on that sideblog)!!

"Luckily, no, not as often as you'd think. I've got all these big bushwhackers on it," he replies, swinging his spined tail, keratin-coated, bony spikes easily twice the other's size at their tallest gracing its distal half.