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IC INBOX; MoM

"You've reached Robert Callaghan, Headmaster to the Heropa Organization for imPort Education. Please leave a message with your name, your phone number, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. As a reminder, my office hours are..."

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[agile little thing.

he eats without seeming to care, either about the bolas' actual landing, or Harley's recovery. it's only when she leans across him does he pause, looking forwards

and then make a very deliberate decision to elbow her as hard as he can in the gut]

[ Oof. Apparently he doesn't care much for their little bundle of joy.

The air is forced out of her, but she still grips his arm with surprising strength, her other hand pushing down on his shoulder so she can launch into a handspring off him. A twist in the air and she comes down again on his lap, thighs clamped on either side of him and one hand gripping his hair. The other suddenly, inexplicable, holding a wooden hammer. ]

Now now, Puddin'! Just 'cuz I love you doesn't mean I won't bash your head in if you don't play nice!

[

#thatescalatedquickly

Robert hadn't taken her for anything more than an airhead, and now he's realizing how much of that was for show. his teeth bare in surprise as he reaches up to grab her wrist to stop the weapon, his other at her shoulder, the workshop practically alive as everything with moving parts seems to wake up and aim directly at his threat

and for a long few seconds he just stares at her.

then, finally, dubiously;]

'Puddin'?

[ She's tense and hard (hurrhurr) under his grip. She won't push the attack if he doesn't, but there's no way in hell she'll yield either. Her grin is like a butcher knife, sharp and gleaming and dangerous.]

Puddin. Pumpkin. Sweetcheeks.

Or are you more in the mood for "oooh, Professor, I'll do just anything for extra credit"?

[at the moment he's holding position, ready to defend against this sudden realization that she's not just a ditzy blonde he somehow befriended(?). but that expression of distaste breaks through his proverbial mask, and finally, he gives a little shove.]

Enough.

[get off him and he'll consider this a draw.]

[ She stands up, but barely retreats. Their knees are still touching. This may be his lair, but she's confident she can take what she wants and she wants him to know it too.

She glances at the lunch spilled when he first attacked and frowns. ]

What a mess. Just look what you made me do, you rude man!

[this is his best unimpressed face. look at it, Harley. look at it. he reaches for his box of noodles and chopsticks, pushing his chair out to give himself some space.

if this ends up with him putting the feet up on the table well that sure is a way of showing how little shits he gives.]

[ Oh hell no. She paid for lunch, so if anybody eats, it will be her. She takes the food and chopsticks from him and clears a new space on the table. Not careful this time. Fuck yo shit. ]

Now. Let's try this again.

[WELL FINE HE'LL JUST CROSS HIS ARMS ~~no he's not pouting fuck you~~ and give her a bland look. and then no look at all, as he looks around, using this...power of his to get everything he can back in to place. it's not a matter of magnetics; some of the materials here are non-ferrous. and it only seems to apply to the pieces that can be called actual machines...]

Why are you here?

[ She gives him a Look. Seriously, bro? ]

Have you just, like, never had a friend? Ever?

Not ones who play like that.

[okay...not quite true. when he was in the military, yes, but not exactly with the whole straddling thing, and that was only during training.]

Oh but you love it.

So come on, spill. What are you hiding away for, all dark and gloomy and totally cliche?

[like fun he does.]

I'm trying to make sense of my memories.

[thanks for helping him out with that, by the way. you're a great friend.]

[ Maybe if he asked NICELY ]

And what've you got so far?

[a very slight shrug.] Something broke.

Maybe a kiss will break the spell.

[ She waggle her eyebrows and spreads her knees. While eating noodles. It's super hot, what man could resist. ]

[amazing, she continues to be unhelpful. why were they friends again?]

Maybe you should get a drink.

[U THIRSTY, GIRL]

[ His loss.

And also, nobody really knows the answer to that. ]

Okay, so other than "something broke", whatcha got? What do you remember?

...a pier.

[running a car off it, but...he half-closes his eyes, frowning again in thought. from leaving the 'evidence' to be taken by the waves to waking up and being overwhelmed with...whatever all this is...

there's some quiet movement from behind him, but it's not the same angry rattling as before. it's almost reminiscent of how he used to fiddle with his metal puzzles when lost in thought.]

[ She scoffs and rolls her eyes as she shoves the last of the noodles in her mouth. It's extremely attractive. ]

Mmkay, that's useful. Got any other random word association you wanna throw out there?

Phoenix.

[slight him if you want, but he's at least remembered something.]

We called it Phoenix.

The ... pier?

The Project.

[he glances towards her with a frown]

Any other questions, or are you done?

[ She rolls her eyes. When does he stop being such a dickwad? He's going to have to apologize for a week, at minimum. ]

"The Project." What project? What were you trying to do? I mean, I'm gonna assume it went horribly wrong, because that's kind of your whole thing. Maybe I should get you a life coach for your next birthday...

[he looks very much like he would like to hit her for that. there's even some microbots rearing up in thick pillars, reminiscent of hands clawing in suppressed anger - and then he snorts, reaching for one of the papers on his desk]

Change things. Fix them.

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