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Almost like a hunter observing its potential prey, Hisoka’s golden eyes gazed at the harlequin dressed female without even batting his eyelids for a second, his lips curled into a playful yet slightly devious smile that was tempted in turning into a wide smirk; the jester was sure to go along her game without forgetting the possibility of turning this night memorable for both.

Seven years…that is a long time indeed. You two must have a special connection for your relationship to endure such obstacles. I commend you~♣

The redhead’s words came out with a sultry tone, not adding anything but a potential mock to a serious engagement like she had. After all, Hisoka didn’t believe in human relationships whatsoever. Meaningless for a hunter that is only driven by instinct alone.

He noticed the subtle change of subject, though. And Hisoka meditated for a second to either follow or keep pressing on. She didn’t seem to shut him off yet so the jester chose to continue being suggestive about it.

It must be difficult to stay here alone waiting for him. Long, restless nights without the warmth. But then again, you are committed to a relationship so…it’s a shame. You look rather tasty tonight.~♥

     He was definitely rather forward - something that she didn’t necessarily mind - but that implied suggestion made her pause. Her hesitation wasn’t in whether or not it would anger her love ( she knew that he wouldn’t care - especially considering he wasn’t there in the first place ) but rather because she wasn’t quite sure what his motives were. It was obvious that his morals weren’t the greatest ( not that her’s were ) and he had been stalking her.

     But she sort of did owe him, in a way.

     Debt wasn’t her only reason for choosing to entertain his advances, but it was the excuse she used herself. After all, how could she resist someone who was so her type. And so she gave him a shrug in response to his second statement, though it was more sultry than meant to shrug any of what he said off. When she replied, her tone had a slight hint of suggestion - an offering for him to take things farther, though she wouldn’t make the first move. Not this time.

“ Y’know, I owe ya one. N’ Mistah J’s plenty understandin’ when it comes t’ debts. Can’t say I’d be too keen on lettin’ ya go without making it all up t’ you somehow, either. ”

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The jester left the beer on the table, folding his arms against his chest while they spoke to each other. The male kept his eyes on the female, lowering the gaze down in a rather lustful, suggestive way.

I see. Does that mean that you have a relationship with him? Is he the infamous ‘puddin’ you spoke of? My, and here I thought I could have a chance with you. Even if it was moved by pity.♦

Hisoka couldn’t help but to let his smirk grow wider as he looked back to the female. The jester didn’t mind to point out he would like to take this in an intimate way if she wanted to.

    She lightly bit her lip, plenty aware of just how lustful his gaze was. She wouldn’t act on anything just yet, though something in her was telling her it might just be a good way to thank him for saving her life. Not that she was the type to do that kind of thing with just anyone, but she owed him, and she doubted that the Joker would really care that much if it was only once.

    For now, though, she wouldn’t directly mention it, as if hoping she might be able to sidestep the topic, even if only for a moment or two.

“ I do, ‘n he is. We’ve been together for almost seven years now. Kinda been a little rough, though, lately, what with him in the slammer n’ everythin’. ”

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     It wasn’t the first time he’d come home angry. In fact, it was almost typical. But that night, it must have been the perfect mix of her heightened clingy-ness and his extreme aggravation that sent him over the edge into a particularly violent rage. Even when she yelled for him to stop, he didn’t, and even now, lying on the ground and hardly able to breathe.

     It was as if time had stopped, but she could move still, even if trying to sit up once against was met with a sharp pain in her side. She was groggy, having trouble focusing and, when she finally did, catching sight of someone different standing over her. She began to try to say something, to ask who he was and what was happening, but had trouble finding the words in between heavy breaths, only managing a few.

“ Wha- What’s goin’ on? ”

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geekyghostbuster.

Brief blinked in surprise as he heard Harleen’s offer. Something like this was unthinkable for two reasons. First, she was helping him. Crazy Harley Quinn, who didn’t respect anybody other than Joker and was addicted to causing misery and torment wherever she went. Usually she’d be the type to be doing the bullying, so why help this stranger? Secondly, she was helping him. Nobody ever bothered to lend Brief a hand for anything, let alone help him tend to his wounds. They thought of him as the freaky geek boy, who probably likes or deserves the bullying he gets.

“You…you really think so?  if You d-don’t have to, I’m used to-” He stops mid sentence as he remembers what he almost did. As dizzy and aching as he was, he still had enough wits about him to remember that the costs of saying no to Harley Quinn were steep and painful. “B-b-b-but if you really think I need it then I-I-I-I-I’ll do that. Cafeteria’s close by, so it shouldn’t t-t-take too long to g-get ice f-from the fridge…”

“S-so let’s go! Right! Lead the way!” He forces a smile on his face as he steps forward.

     Harley nearly grinned, leading him back towards the cafeteria, where she knew the entrance to the kitchen would be. The way she saw it, this much was harmless. Who would miss a couple of ice cubes, anyways? As she led him, she spoke, her tone light despite the supposed secrecy involving the operation. After all, most of the staff were already long gone and off to their own homes, so the risk of getting caught was low enough that she wasn’t concerned about any potential punishment.

“ Hey, what’s ya name, anyways? Don’t think we ever met. I’m Harley. ”

     At least, they’d never met officially. He certainly seemed to know who she was, though. If the way he seemed almost afraid of her was anything to judge by, that is. She wasn’t opposed to meeting ( and helping ) new people, though. After all, she’d always planned on going into psychiatry. It’d been why she was so interested in someone who would choose to act out and call themselves something as strange as ' The Joker. ’

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The jester took the drink when she handed it, noticing the bran which gave how low on money she may be. He opened and took a sip out of courtesy, not really enjoying such cheap drinks but he knew she had nothing better to offer him.

Hisoka’s eyes narrowed in amusement as she spoke. This ‘Mr J’ she spoke of may have been the same person she called pudding or maybe he was already tying wrong ends. He didn’t give it a second thought for now and only return to this when he could meet him.

I see. So you’re more organized when you have your boss directing these acts. It sounds logical. Is he out or is he making time in jail?♦

Hisoka asked with a polite and playful tone, again his eyes fixed on the female. His attention remained on the interesting lady while taking another sip of his drink, waiting for her answer.

     She really didn’t mind this man - he seemed nice enough, and rather nonjudgmental, which she supposed wasn’t entirely surprising considering his appearance. It inclined her to take a seat near him, crossing her legs carefully as she did. What did surprise her was that he’d never heard of the Joker. Was he new to Gotham? She supposed it was possible, and it was really the only explanation she could think of. After all, they were practically famous - especially ever since the Bat managed to capture him.

     The woman nodded, and when she spoke, her tone was still bright and plenty cheerful, considering the topic, glancing towards the hyenas when she mentioned them.

“ He’s been locked up for a couple ‘a months, but we’re workin’ on a plan to get ‘im outta there. Can’t happen soon enough, either - the babies miss ‘im just as much as I do. ”

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geekyghostbuster.

Joker was an interesting case for sure. Even more violent, even more shameless, even more sharp, even more despicable, even more crazy, and even more feared. He was a heartless delinquent when he transferred into school last year, and he was quick to bring the school under his thumb thanks to his drug dealing. He was quick to throw together a small gang of thugs, though his girlfriend was the only one he didn’t kick to the curb and replace. He taught her everything he knew and soon enough she became just as twisted as him. They robbed together, assaulted together, smoked together, and banged together wherever and whenever they saw fit. Some even said that Joker was a murderer, and although there was never any definite proof it didn’t seem impossible for him to treat any slight with the punishment of death.

Because of that, Brief should have been scared stiff as she stepped over to him. But there was something about the way she looked at him (through a ridiculously thick layer of foundation, eye shadow, blush, and lipstick) and the way she spoke that eased his tense nerves. The bruises on his face and ribs didn’t seem to be as sore. He stared up at her through his curls and slowly places his hand in hers. (He is careful not to get cut by her sharp red nails.)

“N-no, they just r-r-really like messing with me. I…I wish that were the case though.”

     When he placed his hand in her own, she pulled him up, not letting go until she was sure he had regained his footing. The nervousness of the redhead didn’t surprise her. After all, it was a rather common reaction from those outside her close circle of so-called friends. She knew what her reputation was, and she didn’t mind it, even if she would always hear the rumors about how murderous the Joker was. She supposed she could see what they meant but, really, she found herself doubting that he had actually killed a person yet.

     Though she couldn’t see much of the bruises on his face, she could see enough of one on her cheek that she knew they would at least look bad for a while - especially considering how quickly the bruises were developing. She considered it for a moment before gesturing with her head for him to come with her, though she only took a small step back for the moment.

“ C’mon, you should get some ice on that or it’s gonna swell so much ya won’t be able t’ see. Shouldn’t be too tough t’ get into the kitchen - what d’ya say? ”

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Hisoka’s eyes looked around the place, not troubled by the sudden reaction from the hyenas. He didn’t have to exude his aura just to tell them he was the predator in this situation so he was charmed that they didn’t attack him, as the outcome would upset the host. He remained on his seat, looking at the female dressed as a harlequin as he softly replied.

A drink would be nice. Anything else you want to add as your hospitality is also welcomed.♣

Flirtatious as ever, the jester left his hands over his legs while keeping eye contact with her. The sight of the abandoned warehouse was something he was used to because of his enrollment with the Phantom Troupe, renowned in the underworld, so he quickly understood the situation.

Are you a mere burglar or do you do other type of illicit acts?♦

He asked softly, keeping his tone as polite as he could. He didn’t want to offend her from the actions but was curious about this night’s actions. For a burglar, she was rather sloppy. Also, he was interested to learn who the one she called ‘Puddin’ was.

     She left for a mere moment, retrieving a bottle of admittedly cheap beer - the only thing they really had left. At least once she sold the gems she could go shopping again - she didn’t want to wait too long, though. As much as she loved her babies, they tended to get mean when they haven’t eaten in a couple of days. ( Not that she blamed them - she did, too, after all. ) 

     When she returned and handed him the drink, she gave a slight shrug. She certainly wasn’t a mere burglar, but she wasn’t the mastermind behind the plots either. At least, not usually. Today was different - it was for necessity rather than show. After all, how else would she be able to stay alive for the next week? Breakouts take time and money, both of which she didn’t have. So perhaps that was why she invited him in to thank him - he’d done more for her than he likely thought he did, and she wasn’t stupid enough not to appreciate it.

     The question didn’t bother her, though. Especially not when it wasn’t phrased in a way that would imply guilt or stupidity - only one of which she knew was deserved.

“ Whatever Mistah J wants, usually. We’ve done some ‘a just about everythin’ you could imagine - break-outs, break-ins, robberies, kidnappings, the works, really. Guess this one just didn’t work out so well. Stuff goes way smoother when he’s the one runnin’ the show. ”

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geekyghostbuster.

For the life of him, Brief couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why stuff like this kept happening to him. He did have a wide variety of theories though as to why it could be happening. Perhaps these jocks just find a level of enjoyment in harassing a wimpy nerd that was just irresistible. Perhaps they liked hearing him squeak in pain every time they pushed him against the wall and every time they threw him to the floor or every time they put him in a chokehold. Perhaps they liked asserting their dominance through making him pathetically stutter and cry as he begged for this to end. Maybe they knew that someone as scrawny and cowardly as him couldn’t even hope to make them stop. Maybe they thought that Brief deserved all this. Heck, Brief himself does.

But apparently there was one person who didn’t think that he deserved it. And that one person was one of the most infamous students who ever walked the halls of this school. There seemed to be no line she couldn’t cross and no method to her madness. She was merciless, remorseless, brutal, immoral, intimidating, cunning, chaotic, erotic, antagonistic, sadistic, and unstoppable. As soon as she told those bullies off, they were quick to step away and apologize, knowing that disobeying Harleen Quinzel was a mistake that could only end in pain. With no more hands pinning him to the wall, Brief was free to crumble to the ground and feebly look up at his savior in silence.

Of course, how much of a savior someone as batshit bonkers as her could be was left to be decided.

     As intimidating as she was alone, it did help that her boyfriend was well known to be even worse than her. Then again, she didn’t consider herself a bad person - she just wanted to make her puddin’ happy, and she would do anything to achieve that goal. And yet, she couldn’t merely walk by when she saw someone so defenseless being mercilessly beaten in the middle of the hallway. She kept her gaze on the bullies until they scurried off, apparently deciding that crossing her was far from worth the risk. After all, if she didn’t take them down, the boy who nicknamed himself ‘ The Joker ' certainly would.

     Once they were alone, she approached the boy, a slightly look of concern on her heavily made-up face. She offered a hand to help him up, though part of her was uncertain as to whether or not he was going to need a minute or two to rest after the damage done to him. ( She knew she’d certainly need a moment - not that she made a habit of being beaten quite so badly. ) So, when she spoke, her concern was audible in her tone and the way she looked him over carefully, as if trying to detect any particularly awful injuries.

“ You okay there? Looked pretty rough from where I was standin’, ‘n those guys sure weren’t takin’ it easy on ya. What’d ya do anyways? Sleep with one ‘a their girls? ”

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Hisoka’s lips remained curled into that soft smile of his as he walked inside her hideout. His golden irises looked around the interior of the abandoned warehouse, amused to see the pair of hyenas sleeping in a cage. His eyes returned to the female as they slowly trailed down to her body, now motivated by her statement.

There’s no need to repay me. I did what I needed to do. It would have been a shame for an interesting person like you to be behind the bars.♣

Hisoka’s tone remained suggestive, reaching her spot. He took the nearest chair around, sitting gently as his eyes were still fixed on the female. The jester licked his lips slowly as he talked once again.

I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Hisoka and it’s a pleasure to meet you~♣

     As she entered, the hyenas began to stir, the scent of their owner seeming to wake them, though low growls seemed to emanate from creatures, at first hostile to the man accompanying her. ( It was nothing new, of course - they were like this with every new person. They were guard dogs and therefore meant to be protective. ) She went to open their cage, both creatures nearly leaping out of their confines, though when they seemed to sense her distinct lack of tension, they too calmed - instead moving to lounge about near the empty throne in the back of the room.

     His words certainly made her wonder just what it was he expected from her, but wasn’t yet concerned about it. In any case, he didn’t seem violent, and that was really all that was important to her for the time being. When she looked back to him, she saw the way he licked his lips, telling her that he was certainly enjoying her tight catsuit. She moved a couple steps closer as he introduced himself, giving a slight smile as she replied.

“ I’m Harley - nice to meet ya too. There anythin' I can get ya? A drink? I’m sure we’ve got somethin’ you’d like around here. ”

     Not that they had much. The old saying that ‘ crime doesn’t pay ’ was entirely too true, the past several months having left them nearly flat broke. However, she was hoping her latest heist would pull in enough to get her through until the Joker was able to escape from Arkham Asylum.

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The male had not break a sweat even in the hostage situation, sitting on the chair calmly while the burglars led by the harlequin-like woman tried to force him to get down to the floor. Even during a heist situation inside the bank he was now, he was not going to bend for the likes of these persons. “I refuse.” He stated with an icy tone as the guns were close to his face, noticing the fingers near the trigger. “After all, if you try to kill me, you will end up with more problems than robbing this pitiful bank.” He muttered lowly, keeping the serious expression in order to make sure none of these hooligans would shoot him.

“You kill me, you kill the only opportunity to leave here with money in your pockets.”

     She was the only one unarmed, though she certainly didn’t feel unprotected for it. Not when, even if he chose to fight back, she had plenty of others there to make sure she escaped uninjured. ( Or, at the very least, not seriously injured. ) So, when she stepped closer, it was confidently, both hands on her hips and head tilted to the side ever-so-slightly with a smile on her lips. He certainly had guts, and that was something she could appreciate, but it was annoying sometimes, to have to deal with people like him in such sensitive situations. She wasn’t merely going to run because he stood up to her, though.

“ Never said I was plannin’ to kill ya. Those guys ‘re just here t’ make sure I don’t get hurt. The problem is that you’re the only one not followin’ directions,  ‘n you know how it is - only takes one person to ruin a perfectly good party. So, you gonna do it or not? ‘Cause if ya ain’t, you better have a real good reason. ”

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     She’d stayed after school, having been an accomplice to a particularly malicious attack on the teacher responsible for the suspension of several other students. Nothing violent, of course, but the classroom was now in a state of disrepair that the janitors wouldn’t be able to clean up over the course of a single night. There was a slight tinge of guilt in the aftermath but, really, she was mostly ready for that night, when she had a date planned with the ring leader of the original incident.

     She’d been more than happy to leave, heading to the school doors until she heard something that sounded suspiciously like a fight. She considered merely continuing to walk, but curiosity got the better of her, telling her she would at least have an interesting story to tell if it was somebody important. And yet, it wasn’t really, and neither was it particularly unusual. Perhaps it really was the lack of importance that caused her to want to get involved - after all, if there wasn’t going to be a worthwhile story, why bother letting it go on? Or maybe it was the fact that it was three jocks against a single geeky looking boy who seemed almost entirely unable to defend himself.

“ C’mon guys, just leave ‘im alone - it’s not nice t’ pick on people who can’t fight back, don’t ya think? ”

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elasticlxve.

His usual sightseeing in the rooftops had brought zero results for potential toys, deeming this night’s hunt as unsuccessful. He was about to leave when the sound of police sirens grew close, turning his gaze to the streets as he found the source of it. A police chase had reached its end when the vehicle had turned into an alleyway and the police cruisers had block the entrance to it. Hisoka was not the type to place his attention in such situations yet he felt curious to see why they were so many police cars around.

He had jumped to the next building to have a better view of the situation: A female in a harlequin suit had committed a robbery and she was at gunpoint. The jester found amusing to see a girl in odd clothing as his, and the way she acted despite the situation was interesting as well. It seemed that the night had brought him a potential toy to play with.

Without delay the jester puller his deck of cards from thin air and, with deadly mastery, he threw one of them at the nearest officer, beheading him. Once the others noticed the act he threw several more to their feet and hands in order to disable them, a chance she would have to take.

After his diversion, the jester jumped to the next rooftop in order to hide from whoever came. He stayed in the shadows for a couple of minutes before searching for the female, picking up to her own scent to guide him. He reached the old warehouse a few minutes away from the city, easily breaking it without being detected, or so he believed when the female addressed him in a rather happy tone.

Puddin? That’s the first time I’ve been called that but I can surely adapt~♥

The jester smiled as he stepped forward towards the light so she could gaze who it was. He knew she must have referred to someone else but that didn’t lower his motivation and interest for her.

     When she realized he was not, in fact, the person she’d been hoping to see, her expression fell slightly. She had so wanted it to be him that the sight of the stranger very early annoyed her, even if he had so recently saved her from danger. She pouted, tossing the bag of jewels back over her shoulder as she turned back over her shoulder, moving to unlock the door.

     Even if she certainly owed him some kind of thanks, she wasn’t going to acknowledge his teasing comment. It wasn’t that he wasn’t attractive ( he most certainly was, especially considering the fact that she seemed to have a thing for men in heavy make-up ) but rather, her temporary annoyance originated in the fact that he wasn’t the person she had wanted him to be. It was something she would get over rather quickly, though, as she gestured for him to follow her inside.

“ Thanks for helpin’ me out back there - I really appreciate it. If ya wanna come on in, you’re welcome to. Maybe I could find a way t’ repay ya. ”

     Her accent faded, if only the slightest bit. She didn’t mean for her offer to sound as if it were anything more than a simple favor, but upon looking back at it, she could certainly see where it might be misconstrued and seen as sexual. Not that she rushed to correct it, instead allowing it to fall however he chose to hear it, no matter how well she knew she shouldn’t be leading him on. ( It had just been so long that even this was fun for her, and it wasn’t as if anything was going to come of it anyways, right? )

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     She could have sworn she was done for - stuck between a group of well-armed police officers and three walls. But now most had dispersed after their comrade was beheaded by a card which, upon further inspection, depicted a joker.

     The sight of the card made her heart flutter in her chest, a wide grin forming on her lips as she looked around for any sign of the love of her life. After all, it had to be him, right? Even if she’d only seen him use actual cards once in a long while, he must have thought it appropriate this time - a sign to her that he had managed to escape and was going to return to her as soon as he could.

     That had to be it.

     It was only confirmed when the saw the rather masculine shadow - one that she could swear was his. She didn’t hesitate in leaping up to the fire escape, pulling herself up and racing up to greet him with arms flung wide open. And yet, she would only be met with darkness, the disappointment turning her grin to a disappointed frown. She hadn’t completely given up yet, though - after all, he’d surprised her before. This had to be one of those times. He just had to lay low - he was only protecting her because he loved her and couldn’t stand watch her be hurt, even if he wasn’t able to be with her.

     It was romantic, really.

     So, with this thought, she smiled again, beginning her trip back to their little love-nest with a particularly light step. And, once she reached the abandoned warehouse, she caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye, that wide grin once again returning to her lips. She was nearly certain they were alone, at least aside from the hyenas likely napping behind the doors.

“ Puddin’! You got no idea how much I missed ya! The babies’ll sure be happy t’ see ya, too - been howlin’ for ya all night, n’ I don’t blame ‘em. It’s just not the same without ya here, y’know? ”

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     It wasn’t uncommon for the ultimate soldier to stop by this park and watch the four-legged creatures, they always seemed so carefree and peaceful. Their owners sometimes casually playing with them while other owners ignored their pets altogether. If someone had asked why she liked to come here of all places she wouldn’t exactly know how to answer. Perhaps there was something about the dogs that reminded her of her past, or perhaps when she looked at dogs she didn’t feel the urge to kill and that was refreshing. Whatever the reason was, she still found herself here about once a week watching the K-9s for some time before heading home, luckily for her Junko never seemed to care what she did as long as she kept up with her demands. 

               Mukuro’s free time was her own to do whatever ‘boring’ thing she pleased. 

         However, on this specific day, everything had been normal until her ears picked up on a noise that perhaps wasn’t one she was familiar with. A laugh? No, that wasn’t it. Greyish eyes drifted over to two rather large HYENAS causing trouble, her first reaction wasn’t that of fear but more of confusion. Are hyenas technically dogs? They kinda look like dogs, but they sure don’t sound like dogs, but then again who was she to judge someone based on what they called a dog. The sound of disgruntled and disturbed park goers didn’t go unnoticed by the soldier in the least,but she didn’t see a reason in being concerned about the wild animals now in her vicinity. Dogs are dogs she supposed, and if Junko could have a robotic bear that spits out puns than this woman could have her chaotic laughing hyenas. 

          That was when she actually first noticed the woman who appeared to be the owners of the beasts, she looked a rather alarming amount like her younger sister which caused the teen a bit of discomfort at first. However her gawking was interrupted as she heard the stranger’s voice, something was off about it. It had a spark of danger, something she had grown up with her whole life. This might have been what pushed the soldier to speak so casually with the chaotic woman instead of disregarding her in her normally cool and relaxed manner.

          “No, I don’t have a dog. Would that happen to be the same place you got your dogs? I assume those are your dogs anyway.” 

          Mukuro turned her attention back to the hyenas that were casually rooting around and making their laughing noises that despite her best efforts the soldier was finding more and more amusing. What chaotic animals, she wondered if Junko would be amused if only for a second gazing upon this display.  

     As far as Harley knew, hyenas were similar enough to dogs that they really ought to be allowed in a dog park. After all, they often behaved like dogs, and all they really wanted was a little fresh air and time to play. She would let them run around at home, of course, but with Mister J working, she didn’t want to risk them getting the way of any traps he may be testing. Especially not when he was already in a bad enough mood from their argument earlier that day.

     Her two hyenas were well enough behaved anyways - they weren’t attacking anyone’s pets, and that was really all that mattered to her. And, though she was confident her babies would be on their best behavior, she did make sure that she knew what they were doing as she spoke to the woman standing before her. She remained perfectly relaxed, having no reason to doubt that this other person was any more a threat than she herself was. Besides, any person who tried to hurt her would have to fight her two rather large and protective ' guard dogs ’ as well.

     At the girl’s question, Harley nodded. It wasn’t particularly difficult to break into a zoo, and though she hadn’t been the one to do all of the work, she’d certainly been there to see just how to go about it. Besides, their security was far from the top-of-the-line. Stealing a couple of baby hyenas had been plenty easy. Rather, it had been raising them that turned out to be more difficult. As it turned out, not too many veterinarians would look at exotic animals like them.

     This wasn’t about to stop her from recommending exotic animals to this woman, though. After all, she was accepting enough of the hyenas running around that Harley figured she wasn’t much of a threat. Or, at the very least, wasn’t a threat to her babies.

“ Yup! Though, I’m sure if ya have somethin’ particular in mind I could find it for ya - I got connections, y’know? Downside is it’ll take longer. ‘Specially if ya want a pup. Sometimes they’ll potty train ‘em for ya, though, but I didn’t mind it - I wanted t’ train ‘em myself, ya know? I think it builds a better bond. ”

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        “Do I?” Jataro blankly responded. He was fascinated by her hair– mostly blonde, some pink, some blue. It looked like cotton candy dangling from her head. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but alas, he was too short. 

     “How come your hair’s like that? Lotta my friends got weird hair. Nagisa got blue hair, Kotoko got pink hair. But your hair is three whole colors. That’s cool. I think that’s pretty cool.”

     The child seemed far more intrigued by her hair than anyone else she’d ever met. Not that she minded, of course - the attention was nothing she would scoff at. Especially considering it was a rather sweet kid. ( She did have an admitted soft spot for kids, even wanting one of her own one day, unlikely as that may be. ) So, when she replied, it was with an honestly warm smile.

“ You like it? ‘S been dyed.  ‘S not too hard - I bet if you’ve got any hair under that mask you could do it too. There’s lots ‘a different colors to pick from. ”