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[security-chief-harkness]

Tinned Peaches [Harkness|Maria|Butch]

His back pressed against the outer shell of the ruined plane curling against the metal and turning his attention towards the person in front of him. His arms were folded. Harkness smirked. "I have time" it was a reply to a question spoken moments ago. He had allowed the silence to follow before answering. 

There was a flash of teeth as the smirk grew. As much as he was trying to remain stoic the other brought the less serious side of him. Pushing off of the plane he strolled towards him, the light dim from the small lighting available. Hell, It was the middle of the night and his shift had been uneventful so far until his patrol came this far. 

[thelonewandereravrid]

A parcel arrives; 

Avrid, sweetie ~ Happy Birthday. I sent you this so you can wear it on your wedding day if you want to as your something blue, you don’t have to, it could always double up as a…book holder-together’er or something. 

Enjoy your day, all the best.

Love, Maria. 

"It's sweet.." She mutters under her breath. whether it matched her dress or not, she'd probably wear it out of appreciation. It also could be a really good bookmark. Oh decisions..

[missmaria101]

So it wasn’t a conventional place to ask for coffee but she was trying to keep the peace, so asking for coffee seemed like a normal thing to do, plus Harkness liked coffee so it made perfect sense — not to mention to loved watching him use his gun. Pew, pew. 

Glancing over the bridge she smiles as the mutant was obliterated, to have a weapon like that, oh to have a weapon like that.

She wanted to shoot too but she was being shrouded and protected, everyone wanted to keep her safe, her and Pud. Not that she minded but she wanted to have some fun too. At least they could have coffee. 

"GARY SAYS HE HAS A NEW—" oh, the gunfire stopped, "a new blend!" 

[security-chief-harkness]

He mocked a wince, covering his ears as she shouted "Jesus Christ Maria." This was becoming more familiar to him. It was frustrating to find his feet again both with the job and re-establishing the relationships but this was easy.

It reminded him of the relationship he had with Lana except on a more gentler approach. He was extremely protective of her so talking to her came naturally. Strolling towards her he holstered the weapon behind his back standing in front of her arms folded.

Automatically, his gaze dropped down to the protruding stomach. It wasn't something he had any, hell no, experience in. So he didn't say anything about it. he didn't want to make it a topic. 

"I don't really give a damn about the blend" Who the hell did out here? "Come on Barrel. Lead the way."

[security-chief-harkness]

"Would you like to go get a coffee or something with me?"

It was always a stupid question. Did he want to go for coffee? Hell, if he was holding a damn coffee he would agree for another one.. What Harkness hadn't counted on however was the situation she choose to ask it over. His plasma rifle scattered the opposite side of the bridge with a burst of green. 

"I'm a little busy right now" because now not only was he stopping the damn Mutie from getting inside, he was anxiously looking over his shoulder to make sure she was safe. 

When it fell Harkness stood taller pausing to assess for further threats before turning around.

"Coffee sounds great."

[security-chief-harkness]

Blame [Harkness|Maria]

He stood outside the door he had been led to. It was an awkward ten moments of trying to step around Vera and her light touches and enquires into how he worked. With his back to the wall he managed to make an escape, eventually.

At one point Harkness would have known that this was where he was meant to go but now this was all new. He hadn't seen her since he had come from The Institute. Harkness hadn't even thought of it. He didn't know there was any kind of connection here.

Curling his hand into a fist he knocked on the door with a curt rap. It was too authoritative for the friendly greeting he had intended but the noise was still made. It worked.

[security-chief-harkness]

He slimed me.

"I don’t want to hear about your sex life Blondie."