I'll Eat You Up, I Love You So

Harley grins “A mystery prize, huh?” Harley taps chin, pretending to think hard “Alright, Busta’, I’m game. I’ve got something real juicy if I win.” Harley takes a step back, giving way for the fox to throw “Foxes first”

The fox had a feeling the chaos demon would enjoy that. He grinned behind his mask and then made a showy bow before stepping up to the catapult. His pumpkin unfortunately did not do very well. His notion that it would get spin and go further had the opposite effect. It spun, but in the wrong direction, making it go high, but straight up and down. "Well damn, that was a bit... not good hm. It did go very high though. Does that count for something?"

The delivery man, sweating slightly from all the dancing he'd already been doing, approached the next person he saw. He flashed his perfectly white, charming smile as he made his way to them, his locked onto theirs flirtatiously. "Hey there!" He winked, "Enjoying the night so far?"

The fox was glad of having the mask to hide his reaction. And hopefully the barely suppressed gulp. "Yeah, yeah, having fun. Don't think I need to ask you that. You obviously are. Do you need a drink? Looks like you've been working hard." His eyes drifted down to take in the sweat on warm skin.

Harley grinned, bits of pumpkin still splattered between hands "Are yous gonna tell me what this bet even fo’, anywho?" Harley jabbed a thumb at the pumpkin guts “Gotta know what I'm winnin' here!” Harley tosses the pumpkin as far as possible “Is that ma new nickname or somethin’, Foxy?” Harley grins

The Fox bobbled the small pumpkin from hand to hand, humming thoughtfully. "What kind of prize would you like? I've only known you for five minutes, but I already know that I probably couldn't even guess at what you would consider a reward. Something completely crazy no doubt. How about we keep it a secret for now? You decide what I win if I win and I'll decide what you win if you win." He chuckled. "It is. Nickname, personality, vibe... all of the above."

Harley tilts head up to to meet the fox's “The world thrives on it, Toots” Thick Brooklyn-esque accent. Harley lands with a pose. Harley smirks at the mention of a bet “What’s the losa’ get?” Harley begins looking around for a pumpkin, being extra picky with it, touching each one before finally “I choose this one” Then smashes it with the bat before picking it up. It clings together by the guts “I’m ready, Hot Stuff”

Though the slightly bewildering creature couldn't see because of the mask, the fox raised a brow at the spill of words. Both brows went into his hairline as the pumpkin exploded into an orange mash only held together by the gourd's fibers and skin. "Well that's a strategy." He picked up the small round one he'd been eyeing. "Me too Chaos."

The doctor hummed, scratching idly at his chin. "Well, physics would say whatever is more aerodynamic, which is likely a longer, skinner one. Though, if you could find a smaller round one, you wouldn't have to fight gravity with the weight."

"I don't disagree with you. I was leaning toward a skinny pumpkin myself, but then I got to thinking if you could find round pumpkin just the right side you might be able to get some spin on it that would help it fly better." He stood up straight and stretched. "I suppose there's nothing to it, but to do it."

Harley Quinn isn’t just hanging back, but also literally hanging from the tree, legs hooking over a thick branch “Oh, Sweetheart, if ya wanna join the fun, ya gotta dive in! C’mon, live a little! What’s life without a little chaos?” Harley bounces off the branch effortlessly, eyes sparkling with mischief “Trust me, ya won’t regret it. And if ya do? I’ll take the blame!”

The fox tilted his head almost upside down to look at the girl. "Chaos eh?" He stepped back to give her the room to flip off the branch. "Fine. Care to make a bit of a bet. I'll choose the round pumpkin you choose yours in some chaotic way of your own. The pumpkin that goes furthest wins?"

"There's a technique to everything, is there not?" the bloodied doctor walked towards the wall flower against the tree. "Mostly, this seems to be find a pumpkin that will fly the longest."

The fox smiled. "I can't disagree with that." He thought perhaps the doctor didn't have a very good surgery technique to have that much blood on them, but decided it was probably best not to point that out. He nodded. "I can't decide if a tall, skinny one or a perfectly round one will be best. Any thoughts?"