Fashion Advice ((for sweetcandygirl))

[fiveofnone]

At a small café in the heart of the Shopping District, Caspar sits at an outdoor table and sips from his tiny ceramic cup of espresso. Outwardly, his expression is one of calm indifference, but inside, he's a little concerned. For not the first time since he sat down, he pulls out his PINpoint and re-reads the text from Harley on its glowing screen.

It's not unusual for Harley to send him a text. It is unusual for her to request fashion advice. She seems pretty set on her style, such as it is. Her asking for help is like him asking for help.

Highly unlikely.

He agreed, naturally. He can't turn down an afternoon of clothes shopping, even if something seems off about it. So, hopefully for the last time, he puts his PINpoint away and takes another sip of espresso while he waits for Harley to arrive.

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[fiveofnone]

He shrugs easily. Already he's breathing normally again, albeit looking a little disheveled. "She'd be upset with me, not you." A little humor breaks into his expression when he adds, "She doesn't like it when the merchandise get banged up."

The jar of ointment is caught without a second thought. "Aren't you full of surprises," he says, looking it over. Then, with more sincerity, "Thanks."

He doesn't say anything at first. He's glad they're on the same page, too, but for all they keep an eye on Jeff, they can't undo the damage that he's already caused Josh. "Okay. We'll do the same." He pulls out his PINpoint. "And Harley? No matter what you're wearing, don't stop being yourself. For all our sakes."

He smiles at her once, then teleports home.

[sweetcandygirl]

"And I would not want her to be upset at you." Especially if he needed to vent this way. Harley is glad she was able to be here for him. Just like he was there for her.

"I try to be." She grins.

"And I won't. I happen to like me." Harley waves goodbye him as he teleports home.