— ⋆ ˚˖·˚ instant camera memories feat. @mercism's wade

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— ⋆ ˚˖·˚ instant camera memories feat. @mercism's wade
@mercism asked: "hey you got something behind your ear. " he says. his palm fisting an origami swan which he pretends to pull out of her lobe. holding it in both hands he feels proud beneath his mask , somewhat too proud even, "wonder how that got there. " || and prompt (accepting)
♦ ♠ ♥ ♣ It wasn't every day Harley Quinn found herself in a diner that looked like it had been lifted straight out of a fifty-year-old movie. The flickering neon sign for 'EAT' cast a sickly, pulsing glow over the cracked asphalt of the parking lot, and the air inside was a thick, greasy soup of forgotten french fries and weak coffee. Harley sat in a red vinyl booth that smelled faintly of lemon-scented cleaner and mould, idly spinning a straw in her untouched milkshake. She was just about to find a way to liven things up a bit - perhaps by stacking all the sugar packets into a teetering pyramid - when a voice cut through.
"Hey, you got something behind your ear."
Harley's hand instinctively went to her ear, even though she knew there was nothing there. It was a little game, and she was always willing to play. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she watched the masked weirdo pull an origami swan from thin air. She tilted her head, her pigtails flopping over one shoulder as she examined the tiny paper bird. It was actually quite well-folded. Impressive. Her eyes crinkled at the corners as she looked back up at him.
"Well, look at that! A tiny birdie! Maybe it's a message from the universe, tellin' me to fly away!" she chirped, snatching the swan from his hands with a practiced flick of her wrist. She held it up to the light, pretending to inspect it for hidden meaning.
"Or maybe it's just a sign that you're a weirdo with a thing for paper crafts. Either way, I'm into it!" She set the swan carefully on the table next to her milkshake, then leaned forward, her elbows on the sticky surface. "So, you doin' magic tricks now? Or did you just happen to have a bunch of paper swans hangin' out in your pocket?" Her smile widened. "I've got some firecrackers in mine if you wanna make it a real show!"