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[mahem]

yeah well
call it crazy coincidence
emphasis on the crazy
and meeting somebody who knew how to manipulate things to his advantage

honestly
i have no fuckin clue

[redrighthanded]

sounds like you've both got some stuff you need to work out. especially if you're gonna be stuck here together

tough thing to wake up to though
assuming you've been to sleep

[mahem]

guess we'll get there when we get there

oh i caught some z's earlier
turns out somebody wore me out last night

[redrighthanded]

wish I could buy you breakfast
feels like the gentlemanly thing to do

[mahem]

you know
i love breakfast

most important meal of the day

[redrighthanded]

yeah? me too

is there a good place for it around here?

[mahem]

WELL

i know a great 24 hr diner in the up
breakfast all day
if something like that floats your boat

[redrighthanded]

sounds like my kinda joint
do they do good pancakes?

[mahem]

the pancakes are ULTIMATE

i'm kinda partial to the bacon and eggs myself but obviously i've never shied away from a good combo
sometimes i just slap it all on a toasted buttered roll
nothing beats a breakfast sammy

[redrighthanded]

girl after my own heart

well, any time you wanna go there, let me know
maybe one day I'll pay you back for those drinks

[mahem]

oh that's not all i'm after

not gonna lie
i kinda want to watch you dig into a monster plate of pancakes
besides
those of us without the marks have gotta look out for the ones that do, right?

[redrighthanded]

you saying these are gonna be pity pancakes?
or maybe you just want me covered in syrup

[mahem]

well truth be told i hadn't even thought of that
see now you're just givin me good ideas

[redrighthanded]

ask anyone, I'm full of them

[mahem]

hmm
think i might just ask you instead
so you can tell me another one of those ideas of yours

[redrighthanded]

I have an idea I should take you out for breakfast
maybe see if I can cheer you up a bit
give you something else to think about than this trouble

[mahem]

on the one hand
i can't believe you're not sick of me yet
on the other
i'm never gonna say no to you taking me out anywhere

[redrighthanded]

how could anyone get sick of you?

[mahem]

[ wow was that ever the right thing to say on so many levels. ]

if you take the big elevator to the up i can meet you there
walk you over?

to action;

[redrighthanded]

sure
I'll let you know when I'm there

[ He's as good as his word, though negotiating the elevator takes a little time once he finds out that an uncontracted submissive isn't exactly allowed to move as freely as he can in the Down. The guards at the bottom eyeball him all the way up to the doors, then demand to see his contract, then his ID, then his collar. He's got one out of three and makes an effort to rein in his temper in the name of being able to meet Harley at the other end without a citation, though it's a close call when, after some private discussion, a heavy metal and leather band is slapped against his chest and he's told to put it on.

The ten minute ride into the Up is enough to let him cool off a little, though he's scowling to himself when he steps out into the fancier part of the city. The collar is pretty basic, a thick band of black leather with an iron ring attached to the front which bounces and swings against his chest when he moves. It might actually be someone's belt. It's not comfortable, which he's pretty sure is the point. He pauses to shoot off a quick message to Harley, ignoring the attention from the SIN guards posted nearby. ]

[mahem]

[ if she'd even known about half the hassle he'd been put through, she would've offered to ride the elevator down first to vouch for him there, but as it stands, she's here relatively on time, which can be credited to the fact that she's literally roller-skated over in her red-and-black skates with their yellow stars painted all over, a remnant from her time on the gotham flamethrowers derby team.

she skids to a stop a short distance away from the elevator and when her device pings in the back pocket of her denim shorts she fishes it out, immediately searching the area with her eyes after she finishes reading the text. ]

Hi! [ she adds some height by pushing herself up onto her toe stoppers, waving one hand up above her head, and then decides to skate the short distance over to him anyway, rolling over on her wheels and greeting him with a beaming smile. ] Good, you made it. Hope you're hungry.

[redrighthanded]

[ He's not sure what he's expecting, they've only seen each other in person twice and neither of those occasions seemed very normal to him, but the roller skates manage to surprise him anyway. Despite his discomfort, he cracks a faint smile at the sight of them, mentally slotting that jigsaw piece into the increasingly mysterious and intriguing puzzle that is Harley Quinn. ]

Starving. [ He looks down at her, eyebrows inching upward as he takes in her bright and perky self. He's known people with a host of magic on their side that couldn't make themselves look nearly so good after a long night and the amount of booze they'd put away. ]

This place far? [ He indicates the skates with a nod. ]

[mahem]

[ she mostly prefers the skates because they help her get around the city faster, and seeing as how she doesn't have a car (although she has flirted with the idea of borrowing one), strapping wheels on her feet feels like the next best thing. besides, she's good enough on them to stop on a dime, turning so she doesn't crash right into him. ]

Oh, me too. It was like as soon as you said breakfast it was all I could think about. [ but she slides into place beside him to guide them in the right direction, briefly resting her hand against his forearm. ]

Nuh uh. You know the main square yet? It's just tucked in there, so we'll get there soon. [ she isn't skating too quickly, more like pushing herself off every now and then and rolling along until she has to push off again, glancing to him with a sidelong smile. ] So, big pancake lover, huh?

[redrighthanded]

[ The skates definitely give her an advantage in maneuverability as well as speed, and they mean that Hellboy doesn't have to check his stride as much as usual as he walks along, his tail swinging idly behind him. ]

Yeah. [ He doesn't directly return her smile, but the corner of his mouth goes a little crooked and wistful as he takes in the sights of the city around them. ] Since I was a kid. My dad would make them for me. Still trying to find a place that makes them as good as he did.

[ He looks over at her. ] You're pretty good on those.

[mahem]

[ it's more of a personal anecdote than she expected to get, and she finds herself drifting to a stop and accidentally letting him get a ways ahead of her before she remembers to catch up with another push-off of her wheels. ]

That sounds like a nice memory. [ she almost thinks about mentioning that she doesn't have half as many of those with her own dad, but that would be a real mood-killer and they've still got a little bit to walk — or skate — before getting to the diner.

besides, maybe she wants to use this time to show off, twirling around on her skates so she can roll backwards while still looking at him. ]

Thanks! I was on one of the ladies' derby teams back in Gotham. Flamethrowers' best jammer. [ she lifts her chin with a proud smirk on her lips. ] Mostly 'cause I played dirty.