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Tweak says, "let me do the thinkin'"

Harry Hook is chaotic neutral (ง'̀-'́)ง (callemfishbait) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-10-03 18:31:00

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inactive: harry hook, inactive: mal bertha

WHO Hook and Mal
WHAT. she thinks he needs to talk
WHEN. backdated to this
WHERE. apartment lobby to start then sloths?
WARNINGS. Swearing, antics, etc.
STATUS. on going

Tick, tick, tick.

Harry snapped the pocket watch shut as he tried not to scowl. The noise still seemed to echo in his ears as he shoved the offending timepiece into the front pocket of his ripped black pants. Skinny jeans the store clerk had called them, but he didn't care. They were closer to the Isle style than anything else he had really come across. The white and blue striped shirt was almost a call back to Smee, one of the few adults he actually hadn't hated. That was a rarity on the Isle. Most adults were vile, no good, bastards. The type of person that should never had actually procreated, but that hadn't stopped them. Locked up on the Isle with nowhere to go and they got bored. Pop out a child or a few and forget about them. That was really the lucky ones. The not so lucky kids had the full attention of their parents and it was Hell.

This place, this annoyingly cheerful place, was far better than the Isle and Harry felt like it was driving him mad.

He ran a hand through his hair as he stepped out into the lobby exactly fifteen minutes past the hour meeting point. Oh, he knew he was late, and he did it on purpose. Harry liked to state he didn't know how to count and pulling stunts like this amused him. Plus, it would annoy Mal.

"Hullo, Malsy," he drawled out with a sneer on his face. "Ye said ta meet here."

Tick, tick, tick.

Time was passing here and he had yet to see Uma or Gil. It was maddening, like the sound of a clock. Faint, there, and a reminder he wasn't his father. Harry flung an arm around Mal's shoulders before blowing a raspberry against her cheek. "Come on then, luv. Let's go see the wee sloths." He was fully expecting to get elbowed in the ribs or smacked for his antics. If she was annoyed with him then she wouldn't be asking questions about his behavior lately. She had known him for years, most of them as enemies thanks to the gangs, but she still knew a quiet Harry Hook was a Harry Hook close to a violent episode.

He didn't want to talk about his mind.

"Here's hoping it is as awful as it sounds," he grinned. Truth be told, Harry was curious about the creatures. He just wasn't going to ever admit that to the purple-haired nymph next to him. The pirate had a soft spot for cuddly things, a weakness barely anyone knew about and he planned to keep it that way.

Tonight would be a test.

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2019-10-06 10:07 pm UTC (link)

She watched as he tugged at her shirt sleeve but didn't make a move to stop him. The clothes here reminded her a bit of the ones in Auradon - soft and pretty, nothing hard. The things that she had seen that gave her an Isle feeling were far out of her price range, another strange new thing to have to worry about. While she couldn't say with certainty that, if given the chance, she would actually steal anything, it had always been a nice option to have without the threat of jail time.

Looking down at herself, she furrowed her brow slightly and said, "I've thought about trying to do something with the pants but I'm afraid I'd end up wrecking them and making them unwearable. I don't have an eye for this stuff, that's all Evie." Lifting her arms up on either side of her, Mal made a face as she once again inspected herself. "I don't even know if this looks good. They were the first two things I saw, so I put them on."

Shrugging a bit and fighting off a smile of her own at his laughter, she said, "Hey, that's considered a high compliment coming from me." Crossing her arms in front of her, she watched as he walked backwards, her eyes meeting his narrowed ones. She had to admit that his laughter was a welcome sound but that was soon dampened by the look in his eyes. He made small talk but there was an aloofness there in his questions, and not just because he really couldn't have cared less what her answers were. Maybe it wasn't just her protectiveness making her see things that weren't really there.

"It's fine," she replied conversationally, keeping her eyes locked on him. "Still weird, but I don't think it'll ever not be, at this point. I like it and just want to put out there that if they're hoodlums, it's not because of me." Mal paused and thought for a second, recalling how she didn't really have many rules or structure to her class - pretty much just let them do what they wanted within reason. That probably wasn't the best example to be setting. "...Okay, it wouldn't be completely because of me," she admitted. She listened as he talked about his work and without the disdain for it that she had been expecting. That was something interesting and worth exploring a bit further.

Before she had the chance, however, his arm was around her waist and he had taken her hand, spinning her right there in the middle of the sidewalk. Graceful she wasn't, so she stumbled a bit at first but quickly regained her balance and held tight to his hand, instinctively wrapping her arm around his neck just way she had been taught in all those lessons back in Auradon. This was probably the closest she'd ever been to Harry and it would've given her pause had he not posed that question to her in such a way. The tone of his voice, which would've been and was disconcerting on its own, didn't match his outward carefree attitude. She was glad now that she had asked him to come out, that they were spending time together. Maybe she could ease some of what was running rampant in his head.

Licking her lips, she thought about his question. She was creating a life here, had people that she cared about here, responsibilities - ones that didn't equate to an entire kingdom resting on her shoulders. As for being back in Auradon and wanting to run back to the Isle, well...that was something she could do now, if she felt the urge. The barrier was down and if she was feeling overwhelmed and like she was losing herself, the Isle was right there across the bridge for her to reconnect again. "Of course I miss it," she said quietly. "I feel like myself there. Like I don't have to be anything that I'm not." Glancing away from him, she continued, "I don't feel that way in Auradon...or here, really." Turning her gaze back to his, she spoke cautiously. "You don't have to worry about going back there if you don't want to, you know. Even if this all ends and we get sent back, you aren't stuck there anymore."

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