Cafe Gathering Post [OTA]
[Even if your pups have nothing to do with Harv or Clark, feel free to use this as a general gathering post for those out and about in new or old bodies.]
Harvey sat down, glancing at his watch. He'd just texted Bruce: Taking Clark out to coffee, don't worry. I'll behave.
Clark Kent was one of the villagers who had been affected by the village's latest magical prank and had his gender switched over night. Harvey could only count himself lucky that it had missed both himself and Bruce, he didn't think he'd make a very good woman and he could only imagine the wrath of Bruce turned into a woman. Just not a good situation at all.
Hoping to help Clark through the bizarre transition, Harvey waited for his newly female friend at a table near the window. Especially after intervening in a nasty situation with girl-Greg Sanders at the beach and a couple of pig-headed young men, Harvey wanted to keep a look out for his friends who were affected, or at least to let them know he was around if needed. Mind you, Clark could rip someone in half with barely more than a snap of his fingers, so ... mostly he was just here to listen in Clark's case. From the picture Clark had sent him, he definitely didn't look like a farmer anymore.
He debated having a slice of chocolate cake or something waiting for Clark, but thought that it might be a little too much of a stereotype that all women loved dessert. He'd play it safe for now.
Harvey sat down, glancing at his watch. He'd just texted Bruce: Taking Clark out to coffee, don't worry. I'll behave.
Clark Kent was one of the villagers who had been affected by the village's latest magical prank and had his gender switched over night. Harvey could only count himself lucky that it had missed both himself and Bruce, he didn't think he'd make a very good woman and he could only imagine the wrath of Bruce turned into a woman. Just not a good situation at all.
Hoping to help Clark through the bizarre transition, Harvey waited for his newly female friend at a table near the window. Especially after intervening in a nasty situation with girl-Greg Sanders at the beach and a couple of pig-headed young men, Harvey wanted to keep a look out for his friends who were affected, or at least to let them know he was around if needed. Mind you, Clark could rip someone in half with barely more than a snap of his fingers, so ... mostly he was just here to listen in Clark's case. From the picture Clark had sent him, he definitely didn't look like a farmer anymore.
He debated having a slice of chocolate cake or something waiting for Clark, but thought that it might be a little too much of a stereotype that all women loved dessert. He'd play it safe for now.