Kenny & Harley
Harley tugged her hair out of his finger tips and folded her arms upon her chest, huffing indignantly. "Well, I don't care about your crazy acid trip either," she retorted. It was a comment that made zero sense because why would anyone care about someone else's acid trip? They wouldn't, but Harley was being...Harley and that meant a tad dose of childish crazy.
"And the dyes not leaking on your hands weirdo," she replied smartly, sticking out her tongue. "It's all in that whacked out noggin of yours." And she tapped his forehead.