Harley didn’t even try to prevent the look of distaste that crossed her face. Let the kid think what she wanted about that. Detective. The girl was living with a cop. Logically, it sorta made sense, an unclaimed teenager living with an authority figure, wasn’t exactly unheard of. But that didn’t make Harley unwrinkled her nose.
“Ew, fuzz,” she muttered. It wasn’t loud. She didn’t wanna scare the kid off, because she wanted to talk to her again soon, but Harley had turned off that brain-to-mouth filter a long time ago and she’d never really figured out how to turn it back on. Didn’t want to either.
Her eyes followed the girl’s fingers when she gestured, and Harley nodded. See that made a lot more sense than Firekeeper in house with a cop and his gay lover. Fire keeper and Blind Seer, ‘cause Harl couldn’t see the girl leaving her best friend outside. She wasn’t the type. So there was a silver lining there. The cop had to live with the wolf, and most people just weren’t that comfortable with a wild animal in their house. She’d bet he was too well trained to go on the floor though. Too bad.
“Okay,” she nodded. “Okay. I’ll look for you around then.”
She didn’t offer a return exchange, telling the girl where to find her. She didn’t have the asylum ready for guests yet, there was still too much to set in order. What her Puddin’ had been doing while she wasn’t here, she didn’t know, but it involved a lot of garbage.
Harley stood then, and with a good deal of tugging and pulling got her babies up too. Apparently they’d gotten comfy. But finally she had them on their feet, her hand firm on the leashes, tugging them away. “We’ll have to talk again soon, ‘kay?” She wiggled the fingers of her free hand in a carefree wave. “Toodles!”