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❛ i got ya ! ❜

call harls a jack of all trades, cause now she's a psychiatrist, bounty hunter, dog walker, mercenary, (ex) professional wrestler and MASTER BARTENDER. sure, the faint scent of burnt cheese puff casserole lingers in the air, but it's not gonna get harls down. she takes full initiative to carry selina's empty glass over to the table holding a collection of bottles.

❛ same as you're havin, or a special mix ta SURPRISE YA ? ❜ there's something real wicked about the smile that follows. and she's already mixing up a concoction thats magically delicious.

discomfort level: totally 1/10 are you kidding this might be the only thing she isn’t uncomfortable with

the cat’s gaze softens. and softens. and softens. cocoa, molten, milk chocolate. it eases up and up and she nods, takes herself into everything else when she tucks her legs beneath her. she’s tenderer than imaginable, touch her and she’d float away in a thousand little feathered bits. ephemeral. she nods, props her chin on the heel of her hand as she crosses her legs neatly. the gesture is theatrical, and her whip bobs inelegantly with the motion at her hip. it’s incongruent and yet perfectly logical — the figure she strikes, ink-dark, is still capable of this vibrancy. she illuminates easily, reaches out clawed hands palm-up to be taken with a smile.

“sure do, gorgeous. you bet. we get plenty of it. you haven’t met holls, so honestly? come meet holls. because the world is sure fucking beautiful. you gotta know where to look.”

she taps a nose with a wink, one hand still extended kindly as she speaks.

“happiness is something you gotta make for yourself, y’know? how else do you get to be happy? everything doesn’t want you to be. so you have to decide to be. every stupid little thing. you know why we moved into the plaza penthouse? because holls wanted it. and i’d never been happier than feeling how warm, how fucking incindiery that joy was.

statement earns a surprised scoff - that's new. on the contrary, rue could vanish. new identity, new job ( more like same job just elsewhere ) a whole new life away from what she's always known... but. there's people that bound her to the grounds, never chain her though at time it does make her wonder where she would be if not for them. it's the entire reason why she works so hard to keep her tracks covered, meticulously studied so that no external detail can break the glass house built around her. she could vanish, she just chooses not to.

"is this about some client being unsatisfied with the piece?" a rhetorical question - she remembers perfectly about a statue sold at fifteen grand, not particularly much for her standards but played lower to test waters. should have known the loaded they are the more problems they bring. "if they tried to sell it to someone else and it backfired, they suck at retail and should try another job." a pause, humor in her tone matching tight lipped smile. "if the transaction went through and now they're backtracking there's nothing i can do, i'm afraid."