Characters: Holly J and Harry - CLOSED Time: Holly J's break at Keepsie's, a point where its really slow. Location: Keepsie's Content: The pair of them really need to talk. Format: Prose.
Luckily for Holly J, Harry had the usual discerning tastes of a teenage boy, which was to say if it didn't have mold on it there was a pretty good chance he would give it a try, especially if it was a kind of burger. It also helped that Justin's survival training really wasn't conducive to becoming a picky eater.
Normally Harry's punctuality varied depending on the situation, but this time he made certain to be a few minutes early. Holly J and he might not have always gotten along, and he had the scars to prove it, but she was still someone who had been there for him in some bad spots, and right now she was hurting badly, partially because Harry's actions. If there was anything he could do to try and ease her burden, he would try everything in his power to do so.
Entering the cafe, it was pretty easy for Harry to spot Holly J in the almost empty establishment, but rather than go straight to her he instead sat at a nearby table and just waited. This was her show, he'd do things at her pace.
Holly J glared at Harry from the booth and beckoned him over. What the hell, did he think she had cooties or something? This was in no way the time to be shy after... okay, thinking about straddling him was bad. Because out of context was bad, and in context was worse. The point is he should have just come over.
Mostly she just didn't wanna be out in the center of the room talking about this. It was annoying enough to talk about, didn't need to put it on stage.
Once he gets over and sits down, "First of all," she pauses, as if formulating some long speech, "A barbie, really?" With that, she slides a card across the table. An ordinary holiday card. Wishing seasons greetings without naming a holiday, with a single word written in it, in Holly J's own handwriting. Which is pretty refined, something she probably learned well before coming here. 'Sorry.' There's also a gift card to the local comic book shop, didn't have any marking for how much it was worth, but it was worth 50. And she still felt she should have put more on it.
Rolling his eyes at her irritation, that was what he got for being subtle, Harry stood and made his way over to slide into the seat across from Holly J, reminding himself that her irritation had causes other than him. If she needed a punching bag to feel better, well Harry happened to be a pretty durable one
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She smiled as she pocketed the card, it was a nice thought, better than the previous. And she let the popular cheerleader line go. Getting quiet again in a way that was unusual for her. Her next words had a bit more attitude in them then thanks, but that was just who she was, "You didn't have to get me anything... I got you beat up three times, not the other way around." Okay, technically she got him beat up twice and beat him up the third time but she wasn't going to split that hair right here. She was happy she was thought of, even if she wasn't a fan of the season or the holiday. Just... really, a barbie? It was childish and entirely not the sort of thing she wanted or needed
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Normally Harry's punctuality varied depending on the situation, but this time he made certain to be a few minutes early. Holly J and he might not have always gotten along, and he had the scars to prove it, but she was still someone who had been there for him in some bad spots, and right now she was hurting badly, partially because Harry's actions. If there was anything he could do to try and ease her burden, he would try everything in his power to do so.
Entering the cafe, it was pretty easy for Harry to spot Holly J in the almost empty establishment, but rather than go straight to her he instead sat at a nearby table and just waited. This was her show, he'd do things at her pace.
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Mostly she just didn't wanna be out in the center of the room talking about this. It was annoying enough to talk about, didn't need to put it on stage.
Once he gets over and sits down, "First of all," she pauses, as if formulating some long speech, "A barbie, really?" With that, she slides a card across the table. An ordinary holiday card. Wishing seasons greetings without naming a holiday, with a single word written in it, in Holly J's own handwriting. Which is pretty refined, something she probably learned well before coming here. 'Sorry.' There's also a gift card to the local comic book shop, didn't have any marking for how much it was worth, but it was worth 50. And she still felt she should have put more on it.
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