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[fomicrymeariver]

My.

Perhaps it's the weather, but I'm feeling rather Jaded as of late.

((ooc: itp you can only manage to make bad jokes at each other. HERE'S YOUR GODDAMN MINGLE POST LUFFY

EDIT let's make this exciting. pun-ishment for failing at terrible jokes is . . .automatic removal of one item of clothing by way of camp. STRIP PUNNING YOU LOVE IT OK GO))

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[nosenolimits]

[... that's not a face I've seen you make before. HOW STRANGE.]

[is now shirtless and missing one shoe.]

[hench_wench]

I'll take that as a "yes, and I'm going to throw a fit about it."

[nosenolimits]

[relaxes his arms and just waits for Harley to walk up to him]

[hench_wench]

[Hell no she's not getting close. NO PUNCHES TODAY, PLEASE.]

[nosenolimits]

... It's cyborg.

[hench_wench]

Awkward cyborg thing, then.

[nosenolimits]

Yeah, it is.

[hench_wench]

[Catches up to him, give a wide berth.]

You mad?

[nosenolimits]

[sighing]

No.

[hench_wench]

Well.

That's a nice change.

[nosenolimits]

What's there to be mad about? It's the damned truth.

[hench_wench]

But you're just so sensitive about it!

[nosenolimits]

... do you want me to be angry?

[hench_wench]

[Flinches, clearly bracing for a hit.]

No?

[nosenolimits]

[...]

That's messed up.

[hench_wench]

What?