[ Y barely manages to avoid cooing ‘cute!’ At her little confession. He just laughs warmly instead. ]
At the risk of sounding cliche, just be true to yourself and I know I’ll have a good time. I shall see you soon, though no doubt it will feel like an eternity. Text me when you’re ready and I shall whisk you away.
[ Harley hangs up and starts digging through her clothes to find something decent-ish. Her wardrobe is so aggressively her that it's hard to find something that doesn't in the overlap of "nightclub" "fight club" but she eventually settles on a hot pink mini dress and sparkly heels tall and sharp enough to kill a man. The look is complete with layered necklaces, a ring on every finger, and her caution tape jacket that honestly goes with everything.
She gives the hyena dinner and checks herself over and over in the mirror before running out of ways to procrastinate, and sending him a message that she's ready. ]
[ Sam has an easier time. His already advanced confidence is breaching the atmosphere today- her accepting his invitation only pushes it further.
He does take his secret identity very seriously however and has no intention of revealing that he's Samuel Solomon today. If ever. He just acts like he's always Y and it usually works. Mostly because people often can't believe a modern man would act like him. So he ends up with three roles. Samuel, Y the Mystic and Y the Casual.
In this case, he swaps out his usual eyepatch with its X symbol for one with a red heart. A black suit, with a red serpent embroidered with a head at one sleeve and the tail end at the other, coiling around his arms and across his back. He's kept his costume's plunging neckline with a shirt open quite low and plenty of rings of his own to keep his fingers eyecatching.
He sends a simple 👌 🔮 reply to let her know he has received it. It's a short moment before smoke curls up from around her feet like a stage magic show, until Harley is enveloped enough to be sightless for a second. When it clears, she's in his extraordinarily fancy parlour. There's a chandelier, and it's full of many antiques.
Also, he has an arm out to catch her if she's disorientated because some people are. He's secretly hoping she is so he can make a comment about sweeping her off her feet or something. ]
[ Sam steps between Harley and a very delicate piece of ancient Nigerian pottery when she reaches out, ending up supporting her until she's on her feet properly. ]
You look even more ravishing than usual, and that is quite the impressive feat!
[ He, at least, doesn't seem to have any problem with her wardrobe choices. ]
if you're still interested, sorry it's been so long
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And, um. I haven't been on a date that isn't a crime in a. A long time. So, I'm probably not going to be any good at it.
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At the risk of sounding cliche, just be true to yourself and I know I’ll have a good time. I shall see you soon, though no doubt it will feel like an eternity. Text me when you’re ready and I shall whisk you away.
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She gives the hyena dinner and checks herself over and over in the mirror before running out of ways to procrastinate, and sending him a message that she's ready. ]
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He does take his secret identity very seriously however and has no intention of revealing that he's Samuel Solomon today. If ever. He just acts like he's always Y and it usually works. Mostly because people often can't believe a modern man would act like him. So he ends up with three roles. Samuel, Y the Mystic and Y the Casual.
In this case, he swaps out his usual eyepatch with its X symbol for one with a red heart. A black suit, with a red serpent embroidered with a head at one sleeve and the tail end at the other, coiling around his arms and across his back. He's kept his costume's plunging neckline with a shirt open quite low and plenty of rings of his own to keep his fingers eyecatching.
He sends a simple 👌 🔮 reply to let her know he has received it. It's a short moment before smoke curls up from around her feet like a stage magic show, until Harley is enveloped enough to be sightless for a second. When it clears, she's in his extraordinarily fancy parlour. There's a chandelier, and it's full of many antiques.
Also, he has an arm out to catch her if she's disorientated because some people are. He's secretly hoping she is so he can make a comment about sweeping her off her feet or something. ]
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Where the fuck--?
[ She looks from the chandelier to him and frowns. She definitely under-dressed, but it's too late to go back and change into head to toe sequins. ]
Whoa. Hi.
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[ Sam steps between Harley and a very delicate piece of ancient Nigerian pottery when she reaches out, ending up supporting her until she's on her feet properly. ]
You look even more ravishing than usual, and that is quite the impressive feat!
[ He, at least, doesn't seem to have any problem with her wardrobe choices. ]
if you're still interested, sorry it's been so long
Showoff, as usual. So we're, what, getting handsy in a museum or somethin'?