Things around the Jersey mansion had calmed down, with Renovations moving to other parts of the house. The main living areas and a few of the bedrooms were finished, which helped ease some of the strain off the inhabitants. Malcolm and Gary were slowly transforming the Morphocave into a new hide-out, purple and gold paint.
It had been one of the more quiet nights, a lot of painting and shooting plans back and forth for ways to raise their ranks to be able to arch Venture soon. Once the evening rolled in and dinner was had, they parted ways. Gary returning to his room to play The Old Republic for a while.
Later he was outback, he never expected Malcolm or Sheila to sit on the back porch, so anytime he felt that nicotine craving that's where he went. Sitting in one of the old lawn chairs that was on that small ornate sitting area. It was a nice view of the bridge, if nothing else. The crisp night air was refreshing as he indulged his vice. Maybe he could get to sleep without nightmares tonight after this. He was looking down at his phone, swiping the screen every minute or so. It wasn't a dating app, nope. It was ebay, he was in a bidding war.
Cleaning up the mess at work has been a true cluster of cucks. Sometimes literally. She knows the irony of the mess at home and at work-- and in the mind. These days she wants to leave, walk past their dilapidated staircase, and fall into bed. And not think about anything after that.
The pain fumes are a tad distracting, but it's a little better now. Manolo is working so hard, and so are her boys, too. But a girl needs a little nicotine she can hide from her husband every once in awhile, okay?
The porch is perfect for it. Part of the reason she really loved this house, besides the history here. Slipping into the night, robe around her shoulders, she sees a familiar form sitting there first.
"Ah, I didn't know anyone else was here," Sheila opens with.
Manolo had been a blessing, not only helping get the house together but giving advice and watching out for them. He was well worth the price of his services. The dilapidated house was starting to feel more like a home in many ways, and even the spots that didn't look inhabitable were cool to explore.
Once the stairs are fixed, he so wanted to go look out the windows of the tower, but as it was, he was too heavy to risk that.
Hearing the door, he shifted quickly, phone sat face down and the cigarette between his lips tossed quickly away. "Boss... it's not..." The excuse died on his tongue. It wasn't the Monarch. He let a breath out, realizing it was her, as she spoke. "It's cool, I can go if you want, or you can hang out. That's always an option, ma'am." he bumbled a little, trying to bypass the fact he had been smoking. He knows how the Monarch felt about it. All the Henchmen did. That never stopped them though.
Sheila also doesn't know what they'd do without Manolo. Construction-wise, and just acquaintance-wise. Maybe it's weird, maybe its a New York thing but the day he has to leave them will be incredibly sad.
Ma'am....Sheila's going to have to break him out of that one of these days. They aren't equal, but he isn't the round-faced little (big) teen he was once, and she wasn't the untouchable queen anymore either.
Smiling a little, she does take a seat beside him. Taps a smoke from the pack, and offers it to him.
"Thanks, 21. This is good weather for it, isn't it?"
21 had not been back more than a month or two, but he was already getting the Fluttering Horde back into a decent working order. He had grown up a lot in the 9 months he had been gone. While a lot had changed, a lot stayed the same. He was still the same dork under the muscle and scruff, but the men respected him more now, which they never did before.
It was even more amazing to get that respect with a child strapped to his chest a lot. While he was told not to expect help. 21 knew the Monarch could be a softy, and it was either him or Sheila that was sending 65 and 37 at times to take Paulie off his hands for missions or, sometimes, just to catch a nap without the baby.
Which didn't work like it should, he'd be back up in an hour or two worried and going to retrieve him. The longest he was away was on missions or harder training, where he worried about Paulie's safety.
Today had gone smoothly, and a raid on the venture compound had gone better than expected. Upon returning, he went to get Paulie and sent 37 in his place to report to Dr. Mrs. and the Monarch with post mission data, it was all in his hand writing all the guy had to do was read it, but he bumbled it.
In his room, Gary was sitting at the desk, working on some paperwork, one foot rocking the rocker bassinet with it's star wars mobile on it, where Paulie was sleeping. While Gary hummed the imperial march to try to keep the child napping. It was a little early for bed, but Gary was tired too and figured it couldn't hurt.
Today had been a pretty chill day in the cocoon. A few drills, some training, but mostly just a boring Wednesday when Venture wasn't archable. 21 had been back with the baby a few months now and the small dark haired child was not quite crawling but pulling himself along by his arms. Gary was so proud of him.
There were times he forgot this was the clone of his best friend and really had that father's pride watching the baby grow. There were some nights he thought about borrowing the Monarch Mobile and going and punching Doug in the face just for failing this poor child long before Gary was ever born.
Those thoughts were floating through his mind as sat on the floor of the lounge, watching Paulie try to pull himself towards him in one of his butterfly onesies. 35 had just carried the baby back across the purple carpet and put him back down. Some of the henches were bored and watching the lead Henchman, who still refused to change his number, and the baby.
"Guys, look at him go!" Gary spoke, grinning from ear to ear as Paulie pulled himself along. It also helped that Gary had the pacifier in his hand. Paulie was mostly weened off it besides at night, but he clearly wanted it without being fussy. One of the newer henches had taken a picture of the scene, sending to Sheila and Malcolm both. The baby was basically team baby, so the bosses get hench updates, even if Gary tries to stay professional and not bother them too much.
Sheila's the more professional of the bosses, obviously, and despite what she and her hubs had always agreed-- 24 is one cute kid. She lives for the updates, and sends some herself-- and yes, sometimes, Paulie's expressions are used as memes throughout the cocoon.
Which is why she's click-clicked down to the lounge to see for herself the baby's newest challenge. She's quiet upon approach, watching Paulie's concentration with rapt attention herself.
She's so professional, it's an inspiration at times. Gary's been trying to be a model henchman to protect the others and the tiny one attempting to crawl.
But those memes are great and Gary's got them all saved.
He doesn't look up at her when click-clacked down the hall into the lounge. Paulie was almost to 21 when she came inside.
"That's it little guy, come on dude you got this!" 21 encouraged the baby holding his hands out towards him. The pacifier ring around one of his fingers as Paulie pulled he himself closer just getting to Gary's ankles. Some of the others snapping more pictures for a new 'you can do it' meme.
Her face immediately lights up at the sight of Paulie with his dad, his best friend and the person who'd go to hell and back for him more than anyone else. Much as Malcolm sometimes bitches about it, seeing their other henchmen with the baby is pretty adorable.
"You can do it, baby!" Sheila adds in the cheers, phone already out.
It was only after he had sat his phone down and went to go hang out with the Monarch until Sheila would get home that he realized how massively STUPID this plan was. He hadn't filled Harley in on the details of that car, or the fact that half the guild was gunning for the Blue Morpho and Kano.
But, he had worn half his Kano suit the last time he saw her. So, it was probably okay as long as he kept the rest of it on and got her to play along and to swear not to tell. Most he wouldn't trust, but this was Harley. He trusted her with his life, which may or may not be stupid.
He was still in his Obi Wan robes, boxers and a stupid graphic t-shirt as he waved goodbye to Sheila and Malcolm. As soon as the car picked them up, he ran upstairs for a quick shower. Cursing himself the whole way down to the Morpho cave.
About a half hour later, the car was landed carefully on the roof of her building. Texting her to come to the roof, stepping out to lean on the hood in his Kano outfit.
I'm here, but come up to the roof. We gotta talk about something important before we go. And yeah, I mean the roof.
something important? u pregnant? I'll take responsibility
She did one final check on her makeup and then headed up. The roof threw her for a moment but maybe he was trying to blend in. Gotham meetups almost always happened on a roof.
When she opened the door and saw a vigilante car, she stopped and frowned. Harley didn't keep up with news outside of Gotham but even she knew something was weird about this.
He was tempted to respond but decided to wait until she got up to the roof. He'd heard that Gotham roofs were a common hangout, but he also was hoping that tonight might be an exception given the car and clothes he wore.
"I did, and technically it is." He stopped leaning and held his hands up. "Like I said, it's complicated, and I needed to explain it first. Get in, okay? I promise, it's fine." he motioned to the already open gullwing door.
"Last thing I need is Batman finding out and this getting me executed." He was taking a major risk here.
Harley opened her mouth to ask several follow up questions, then snapped her jaw shut and climbed in the car. She crossed her arms, arched her brows, and fixed Gary with a look.
[ Since he couldn't really write back at all, he kept them all in his desk. Each one was a joy to get, even the one where she might have found someone special and the next that dude was dead.
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[ He doesn't actually hear from her again until Leota Adebayo reveals the existence of Task Force X in a surprise press conference. Harley sends him a link to the video without comment.
Gary had written their getaway on the calendar as a convention. Sheila knew what was up, but Gary was still trying to warm Malcolm up to the idea. This had been an idea of Mrs. Monarch, as they both knew how he could be. Malcolm had long come to terms with the fact Gary needed a few days off now and then, which were usually conventions or game nights. These things he only bitched a little about.
It wasn't so much that he wanted to keep Gary inside, as much as he was still healing from a very serious injury and was basically stuck on the couch while his wife and partner were gone. Sheila was supposed to have this weekend off too, but one never knew. Gary had stopped to make sure Malcolm was comfortable and had the remotes and a drink before he headed out.
The drive was only a few hours, and only a few spots of bad traffic, there were offers to switch drivers and such and talks to kill the drive time. It was nice to just be on the road with her, most things were nice with Harley. Getting to keep a hand on her thigh now and then, was just a bonus.
When they arrived, it was a small little Bohemian looking house right on the water front. A fire pit and other fun things filled the small yard leading to the water. It was two bedrooms, but with the guild discount, it was a pretty sweet deal. Once the car was off, Gary stepped out, stretching his arms over his head to pop his troublesome shoulder. "Looks better than the pictures described." He spoke, looking back to her amused. He wasn't worried about the luggage yet, wanting to make sure she was okay with the place first.
Even the drive alone would have been a wonderful date. Uninterrupted hours of talking and holding hands and not one single person getting up in their business to give them grief. That would have been enough, but daaaamn she sure wasn't going to complain about getting even more.
Harley gasped out loud when she saw the little vacation home. Yard games! Stuff to set on fire! They could go right to the beach! She hopped out of the car and threw her arms around him.
"Oh my gosh, it's wonderful! This is all ours for the whole entire weekend?!"
The drive alone was pretty high up there for him, too. Just relaxing watching the world pass as they traveled, talking and enjoying her company. It had him more excited just to spend a few days with her. He didn't plan to turn his phone off this time, since he never did at conventions but, he doubted they'd get disturbed. He'd revisit turning it off if they did.
Gary looked amused at her reaction as he caught her and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He didn't try to spin her this time. "I'm glad you liked it, babe, it's all ours until Monday afternoon." He doubted she'd be up and about on time to leave if he didn't make it an afternoon checkout.
A quick kiss given as he loosened up his hold on her. "They gave us a key code of 1223, if you want to check it out while I get the bags." He offered.
Gary had known Dr. Mrs. The Monarch and the Monarch had big plans for Valentines Day, and he knew the guild would probably fuck those plans over, and yet. He had his own plans, and they both knew it. Sheila was still keeping Malcolm from getting involved or trying to get Gary to stay home more. Gary didn't mind the commute to Gotham at all. He got to read a lot of his graphic novels and books on the ride over and spend hours with Harley.
This time, he had a couple of days off and didn't tell her he was coming for more than a day. It was Valentine's week after all. He had even sent a card every day for about 4 days leading up to his arrival. It wasn't like they didn't talk on the phone a lot, or still talk about one moving close to the other.
That conversation just kept stalling whenever it came up. Gary knew tonight was her roller derby game against another team, they'd talked about it. He'd come to a few games before, but usually told her. He wasn't due to show up until tomorrow, Valentines proper. Yet, here he was, making his way inside to find a seat, with his Star Wars Backpack over his shoulder. He didn't bother to drop it off at Harley's place, no, he came right from the train station. Wearing a new hoodie, his hair tied back, and in his favorite distressed jeans and high tops. He took a seat to watch the game. He didn't expect to be noticed, but he wanted to be there all the same.
Even sending her a message to say good luck in the game once he found a seat. Excited to see her reaction after the game, or during if she noticed him.
Harley was too engrossed in the match to notice anyone in the crowd. She moved too fast and threw herself hard at opponents and yes okay some of it was taking out her personal frustration. This was a hard time to be in a long distance relationship. She liked to go all out for romantic holidays but it was hard to do that on a few hours carved out between long commutes.
She didn't realize Gary was there to surprise her until after the match was wrapping up and the players headed to the locker rooms. As soon as she clocked him she shrieked in delight and careened toward him, sweaty and bruised and an absolute mess.
"Gare-bear! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow!"
Gary flinched a few times, seeing how hard Harley was going, but he still cheered all the same. He didn't think anything was wrong, just that she was giving her all to the game.
When she clocked him and shrieked, he moved down through the crowd to try to get down to a spot they could meet. He didn't care that she was sweaty, bruised and a hot mess. She was his hot mess. Pulling her into a hug as soon as he could to lift her off her feet.
"I wanted to surprise you! I took the whole week off." Not like he had much work to do anyway, but honestly, he wanted to spend the holiday with her.
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Nightfall in Newark @reginamariposa
It had been one of the more quiet nights, a lot of painting and shooting plans back and forth for ways to raise their ranks to be able to arch Venture soon. Once the evening rolled in and dinner was had, they parted ways. Gary returning to his room to play The Old Republic for a while.
Later he was outback, he never expected Malcolm or Sheila to sit on the back porch, so anytime he felt that nicotine craving that's where he went. Sitting in one of the old lawn chairs that was on that small ornate sitting area. It was a nice view of the bridge, if nothing else. The crisp night air was refreshing as he indulged his vice. Maybe he could get to sleep without nightmares tonight after this. He was looking down at his phone, swiping the screen every minute or so. It wasn't a dating app, nope. It was ebay, he was in a bidding war.
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The pain fumes are a tad distracting, but it's a little better now. Manolo is working so hard, and so are her boys, too. But a girl needs a little nicotine she can hide from her husband every once in awhile, okay?
The porch is perfect for it. Part of the reason she really loved this house, besides the history here. Slipping into the night, robe around her shoulders, she sees a familiar form sitting there first.
"Ah, I didn't know anyone else was here," Sheila opens with.
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Once the stairs are fixed, he so wanted to go look out the windows of the tower, but as it was, he was too heavy to risk that.
Hearing the door, he shifted quickly, phone sat face down and the cigarette between his lips tossed quickly away. "Boss... it's not..." The excuse died on his tongue. It wasn't the Monarch. He let a breath out, realizing it was her, as she spoke. "It's cool, I can go if you want, or you can hang out. That's always an option, ma'am." he bumbled a little, trying to bypass the fact he had been smoking. He knows how the Monarch felt about it. All the Henchmen did. That never stopped them though.
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Ma'am....Sheila's going to have to break him out of that one of these days. They aren't equal, but he isn't the round-faced little (big) teen he was once, and she wasn't the untouchable queen anymore either.
Smiling a little, she does take a seat beside him. Taps a smoke from the pack, and offers it to him.
"Thanks, 21. This is good weather for it, isn't it?"
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Paulie-verse: A tired afternoon
It was even more amazing to get that respect with a child strapped to his chest a lot. While he was told not to expect help. 21 knew the Monarch could be a softy, and it was either him or Sheila that was sending 65 and 37 at times to take Paulie off his hands for missions or, sometimes, just to catch a nap without the baby.
Which didn't work like it should, he'd be back up in an hour or two worried and going to retrieve him. The longest he was away was on missions or harder training, where he worried about Paulie's safety.
Today had gone smoothly, and a raid on the venture compound had gone better than expected. Upon returning, he went to get Paulie and sent 37 in his place to report to Dr. Mrs. and the Monarch with post mission data, it was all in his hand writing all the guy had to do was read it, but he bumbled it.
In his room, Gary was sitting at the desk, working on some paperwork, one foot rocking the rocker bassinet with it's star wars mobile on it, where Paulie was sleeping. While Gary hummed the imperial march to try to keep the child napping. It was a little early for bed, but Gary was tired too and figured it couldn't hurt.
Paulie-verse: Nearly crawling.
There were times he forgot this was the clone of his best friend and really had that father's pride watching the baby grow. There were some nights he thought about borrowing the Monarch Mobile and going and punching Doug in the face just for failing this poor child long before Gary was ever born.
Those thoughts were floating through his mind as sat on the floor of the lounge, watching Paulie try to pull himself towards him in one of his butterfly onesies. 35 had just carried the baby back across the purple carpet and put him back down. Some of the henches were bored and watching the lead Henchman, who still refused to change his number, and the baby.
"Guys, look at him go!" Gary spoke, grinning from ear to ear as Paulie pulled himself along. It also helped that Gary had the pacifier in his hand. Paulie was mostly weened off it besides at night, but he clearly wanted it without being fussy. One of the newer henches had taken a picture of the scene, sending to Sheila and Malcolm both. The baby was basically team baby, so the bosses get hench updates, even if Gary tries to stay professional and not bother them too much.
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Which is why she's click-clicked down to the lounge to see for herself the baby's newest challenge. She's quiet upon approach, watching Paulie's concentration with rapt attention herself.
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But those memes are great and Gary's got them all saved.
He doesn't look up at her when click-clacked down the hall into the lounge. Paulie was almost to 21 when she came inside.
"That's it little guy, come on dude you got this!" 21 encouraged the baby holding his hands out towards him. The pacifier ring around one of his fingers as Paulie pulled he himself closer just getting to Gary's ankles. Some of the others snapping more pictures for a new 'you can do it' meme.
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"You can do it, baby!" Sheila adds in the cheers, phone already out.
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lol omg I wrote 24 instead of 21.
sometimes still interchangeable
This is true.
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@revmeup Stupid ideas.
But, he had worn half his Kano suit the last time he saw her. So, it was probably okay as long as he kept the rest of it on and got her to play along and to swear not to tell. Most he wouldn't trust, but this was Harley. He trusted her with his life, which may or may not be stupid.
He was still in his Obi Wan robes, boxers and a stupid graphic t-shirt as he waved goodbye to Sheila and Malcolm. As soon as the car picked them up, he ran upstairs for a quick shower. Cursing himself the whole way down to the Morpho cave.
About a half hour later, the car was landed carefully on the roof of her building. Texting her to come to the roof, stepping out to lean on the hood in his Kano outfit.
I'm here, but come up to the roof. We gotta talk about something important before we go. And yeah, I mean the roof.
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She did one final check on her makeup and then headed up. The roof threw her for a moment but maybe he was trying to blend in. Gotham meetups almost always happened on a roof.
When she opened the door and saw a vigilante car, she stopped and frowned. Harley didn't keep up with news outside of Gotham but even she knew something was weird about this.
"You said you were bringing the Monarch mobile."
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"I did, and technically it is." He stopped leaning and held his hands up. "Like I said, it's complicated, and I needed to explain it first. Get in, okay? I promise, it's fine." he motioned to the already open gullwing door.
"Last thing I need is Batman finding out and this getting me executed." He was taking a major risk here.
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Postcards from The Suicide Squad
Gare-bear,
Drove a car into a bank, off to jail, BRB
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Sent from Louisiana
Gary!
Guess who's back in [REDACTED] LOL
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Sent from Corto Maltese and they take forever to actually get anywhere what with all the couping and alien invasion and etc
Gary-
OMG I met somebody real special! I think this might be the one!!!
Fingers crossed,
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Nevermind he's dead. Can't wait to tell you all about it!
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Eyes are so weird on the inside
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Sorry I haven't been able to call! Trapped on an island nation post-revolution. You know how it is. Hope to get home soon!
xo HQ
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Time flies, and these were awesome Harley Quinn collectables.]
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Surpriiiiise! ]
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Worries and concerns @reginamariposa
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Getting away
It wasn't so much that he wanted to keep Gary inside, as much as he was still healing from a very serious injury and was basically stuck on the couch while his wife and partner were gone. Sheila was supposed to have this weekend off too, but one never knew. Gary had stopped to make sure Malcolm was comfortable and had the remotes and a drink before he headed out.
The drive was only a few hours, and only a few spots of bad traffic, there were offers to switch drivers and such and talks to kill the drive time. It was nice to just be on the road with her, most things were nice with Harley. Getting to keep a hand on her thigh now and then, was just a bonus.
When they arrived, it was a small little Bohemian looking house right on the water front. A fire pit and other fun things filled the small yard leading to the water. It was two bedrooms, but with the guild discount, it was a pretty sweet deal. Once the car was off, Gary stepped out, stretching his arms over his head to pop his troublesome shoulder. "Looks better than the pictures described." He spoke, looking back to her amused. He wasn't worried about the luggage yet, wanting to make sure she was okay with the place first.
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Harley gasped out loud when she saw the little vacation home. Yard games! Stuff to set on fire! They could go right to the beach! She hopped out of the car and threw her arms around him.
"Oh my gosh, it's wonderful! This is all ours for the whole entire weekend?!"
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Gary looked amused at her reaction as he caught her and wrapped his arms around her to hold her close. He didn't try to spin her this time. "I'm glad you liked it, babe, it's all ours until Monday afternoon." He doubted she'd be up and about on time to leave if he didn't make it an afternoon checkout.
A quick kiss given as he loosened up his hold on her. "They gave us a key code of 1223, if you want to check it out while I get the bags." He offered.
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Valentines Day
This time, he had a couple of days off and didn't tell her he was coming for more than a day. It was Valentine's week after all. He had even sent a card every day for about 4 days leading up to his arrival. It wasn't like they didn't talk on the phone a lot, or still talk about one moving close to the other.
That conversation just kept stalling whenever it came up. Gary knew tonight was her roller derby game against another team, they'd talked about it. He'd come to a few games before, but usually told her. He wasn't due to show up until tomorrow, Valentines proper. Yet, here he was, making his way inside to find a seat, with his Star Wars Backpack over his shoulder. He didn't bother to drop it off at Harley's place, no, he came right from the train station. Wearing a new hoodie, his hair tied back, and in his favorite distressed jeans and high tops. He took a seat to watch the game. He didn't expect to be noticed, but he wanted to be there all the same.
Even sending her a message to say good luck in the game once he found a seat. Excited to see her reaction after the game, or during if she noticed him.
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She didn't realize Gary was there to surprise her until after the match was wrapping up and the players headed to the locker rooms. As soon as she clocked him she shrieked in delight and careened toward him, sweaty and bruised and an absolute mess.
"Gare-bear! I thought you wouldn't be here until tomorrow!"
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When she clocked him and shrieked, he moved down through the crowd to try to get down to a spot they could meet. He didn't care that she was sweaty, bruised and a hot mess. She was his hot mess. Pulling her into a hug as soon as he could to lift her off her feet.
"I wanted to surprise you! I took the whole week off." Not like he had much work to do anyway, but honestly, he wanted to spend the holiday with her.
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