nexus_crossings | Mother always told me to never give away a story for free

"Honestly, all this bare chest and he hits home right in the fabric..."

Did the demonic looking purple stranger look at all put out by the new locale? Not really, they'd been given a pamphlet that was currently tucked into their belt to be reviewed later. Their attention more focused on the bloody hole in their rather ostentatious coat, lips quirking on a frown as they fingered the damaged fabric lightly, tail twitching behind them in a clear hint of their annoyance.

Really, they're looking rather calm for someone that bloody. When they hear someone coming near they glance up with a jingle of jewelry both in skin and decorating their curved horns, red eyes brightening as their mouth spreads to a cheerfully hopeful smile.

"Well then!" They straighten, something of a showmanship in the shift from grumpy contemplation to sunny disposition but at the same time that shift didn't seem dishonest either. "Hello there darling, please tell me there's some manner of tailor to be found here? As you can likely see I'm in dire need of one."

Clearly this was some manner of weird afterlife, but Mollymauk would be dipped in Fuck No if anyone expected them to wander around with their coat in tatters.

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"Well, I did have a collection of Lost Boys, once upon a time. You are a member now." She winks at him.

"Did you get a PINpoint?" She holds out hers, which is covered in glitter and stickers.

"Well clearly I'm in excellent company if you've experience wrangling my sort." He sketched a playful little bow at that wink.

"A PINpoint? Oh you mean the little messenger and teleport thing?" He fished his out, a sleek black one, giving it a light wiggle. "Mine's not nearly as fancy as yours is though, I'll definitely have to fix that."

"Oh good. Here..." She takes out one of her magical business cards (which has her many different jobs and skills that appear, disappear, and flip through ones such as mercenary, Finder of Lost Things, psychiatrist, aerial dancer, gymnastic teacher, Bounty Hunter, and many more).

"This has my PINpoint information on it. If you need me, or just want to talk, you can call me anytime."

"What is..." He accepts the card and wow, that little shifting text trick is pretty impressive. It might take a couple cycles for him to catch all of the job taglines.

"A woman of many talents I see, not surprising at all... what though is a 'psychiatrist'?" As he was asking, he was gingerly poking open his PINpoint, to start the clearly inexperienced process of figuring out just where the information was going to go in this artifact for later use.

Harley rolls up to him, and leans in to whisper in his ear. "Someone who is really good at reading your most inner thoughts and dark secrets."

"Shush...."

"I won't tell anyone about the Dinosaur PJs."

Luckily for him? He is very good at keeping Pure Unadulterated Alarm off his face and out of his voice. He's a damn expert.

Not that this will stop him hanging out with Harley, but it will make him a little wary if she's one of these... psychiatrist people.

However her teasing gives him something to focus on instead as he grins charmingly, tilting his head to whisper back.

"It's darling that you assume I sleep anything but naked."

Harley has come to a good understanding that there are a lot of people who get anxious around psychiatrists. And she is the last person to push any of her friends (which includes Molly now) into something they don't want.

Besides, she has her own mess of a life to straighten out, before she can really offer to help others. The word is just there, because she took seven years of university to get her degree. And she needs to remember the sacrifices she made along the way.

"Ohhhh I sense a sleep over in our future." And she happily changes direction of topic when he looks for one. She is more than okay to help him focus on other things.

They'll get along just fine then! Molly of course is unaware of the work that goes into becoming a psychiatrist, or Harley's own aversion to practicing at the moment, but if she's not going to go poking into all of his soft spots, well he'd be a terrible friend not to return the favor.

"A sleep over?" His eyes widened a bit, smile spreading a bit more brightly. "Why that sounds like remarkable fun to me."

"We will make popcorn. Watch scary movies until we are jumping at every little noise. And then get a pillow fight in." Harley promises.

"I will leave you to get settled. And get acquainted with your new place."

"Stay in touch." She kisses his temple lightly. Because she would do that with any of her friends.

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