dr. harleen quinzel. (harleyquin) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2020-11-23 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, harley quinn, poe dameron |
Who: Harley Quinn & Poe.
Where: The greenhouse.
When: Monday afternoon.
What: Bein' nosy.
Status: Completed.
Warnings: None.
The greenhouse was overgrown. Or at least, it had been upon Harley's arrival. Over the course of the past week or so, she'd made quite a few efforts to clean it up a bit. To be clear, gardening was not her forte. She didn't have a green thumb nor did she even know what any of these plants were called. Still, the green, leafy babies looked kind of sad. And that made Harley sad. So she tried. She watered them, trimmed them, plucked out the weeds and loved them as if they were her own. She'd even named a few of the smaller plants and spoke with them as if they could talk back. And sometimes they did. Just not out loud. Only in her head. One of the many things Harley liked about the greenhouse was that it was usually empty. Harley did not often crave solitude but then again, she wasn't used to living in the same room as another person. Deep down, if she was really honest with herself, Harley knew she could be loud and overbearing, so giving her roommate a break was probably in her best interest. Today, though, there was another person in the greenhouse. Which, right off the bat, Harley was irritable about. The greenhouse did not belong to her, yet she sort of felt like it did. How dare someone enter her plant nursery without permission. Harley would have been grouchy towards this intruder, too, if he hadn't seemed so sad. Harley flung open the door, going from territorial to sympathetic in a matter of thirty seconds. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know anyone else was in here - " Liar. She had seen him perfectly well through the glass. Apologetic as she sounded, Harley came in anyway, immediately fiddling with one of the ferns. "I don't think I've seen you around before. What's your name, puddin'?" |