IC Inbox for Asgard

[damselled]

"Oh, dear. It appears you have attempted to contact me while I am unavailable. Please do leave a message. Thank you."

Comments

[damselled]

I would not blame you. [and with that, she busies herself with the teapot, because she needs a cup of tea quite badly.]

Quite.

[itistolaugh]

[There wasn't a lot of polite small talk Harley could stand in this situation, but jumping right in seemed ... Well, it's not like he'd been totally on the up and up with either of them. She's mad but not with Maribelle.]

Did he.

... Did he even tell you about me?

[damselled]

He... mentioned you, but only just.

I'm sorry. After he... kissed me, I stopped seeing him. I didn't approve of his actions.

[itistolaugh]

[Harley sunk into a chair and laughed harshly to herself.]

God, I'm an idiot. I knew he wasn't-- But I hoped anyway.

[damselled]

[She finishes making the tea, and sits across from Harley, teacup and saucer and all.]

You deserve better, darling.

[itistolaugh]

He was the better, believe it or not. I have really, really awful taste in men. Guess I should've seen it coming.

[damselled]

Oh, dear, you ought to see mysuitors back home! Pompous idiots with no sense of etiquette or dress sense. It's simply terrible.

[itistolaugh]

My ex is a psychotic killer clown, sooo... Yeah.

[damselled]

... What?!

[itistolaugh]

Y'know, maybe I'll have some tea after all.

[damselled]

Of course.

[She pours some for Harley, offering the other woman cream and sugar.]