Grumpy Grizzly From Gotham

[gruffish]

What fresh hell is all this...

Look, kid.
I know you're all ready for the show to come back on. I get it.
But what're you expecting from this? To find the others?

Heh, I spend my time trying to get away from those weirdos. I sure as hell ain't trying to find them.
Maybe you should've picked up Jim, instead. Hunting people down is more his forte.



So, uh. Anybody got a smoke? Or like, a box of Little Debbie's to share with Uncle Harv? I ain't picky.

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[prettydolly]

You want a cigarette off Dickie? [ He has no idea how weird he looks, he thinks he's pretty. ]

[gruffish]

[ When one lives and works in Gotham City, one sees all number of things, but Harvey's stunned nonetheless. ]

What the blue blazes are you supposed to be, kid?

[ He didn't choose his job for his impeccable social skills, that's for sure. ]

[prettydolly]

I'm a pretty, soft dolly bird. [ Dickie can't believe how rude this bloke is! ]

You don't want a cigarette off Dickie? Fuck you, mister! [ Despite the cussing he looks like he's about to burst out in tears. ]

Sorryyyy.

[gruffish]

[ He's mouthing the words "pretty, soft dolly bird" to himself when the reaction startles him, Harvey blinking and then holding up his hands. ]

Woah, easy there kid. I wasn't tryin' to upset you or nothin'. Don't... cry, okay? [ Being cussed at, he doesn't mind. Tears? Now those, he can't handle well. ]

[prettydolly]

[ He's close to throwing a tantrum but then twirls a ratty pigtail, nervously. ] Okay, okay, I won't cry... you want Dickie to be a good girl for you?

[ He lets out a nervous giggle. ]

Why do you care if I cry? Why. [ He begins to stare at him, focusing more. ]

[gruffish]

Uh... [ He's not sure how to answer that. ]

It bums me out! [ AKA makes him too guilty to stand it. ] Besides, looks like you spent a lot of work on all that make-up. Wouldn't want it to, uh.. get ruined... you know.

[prettydolly]

Ooh! Thank you... that's very nice, mister. [ Dickie's not used to being treated nicely or normally so he's slightly speechless for a bit. Just awkwardly plucking at that pigtail. ]

Is Dickie pretty? [ Fishing for compliments, now. ]

[gruffish]

[ ooc: I am so sorry sokag; real-life kicked my butt. /casually slides back in here in case you're still around! ]


Don't mention it, kid. [ Harvey gruffs. He's definitely not a people-person, but he's being more careful not to offend. For one thing, he needs some answers, and this guy seems to be the only person around. ]

Yeah, I'd say real pretty. Pink's your colour, you know? [ He leans against the wall of.. whatever this place is, crossing his arms. ] So, Dickie. You happen to know where the hell we are?

[prettydolly]

[ ooc: Don't worry! <3 ]

[ Dickie likes being called 'kid', that means he still looks young and soft and adorable, though in reality he's forty-three years old, probably not much younger than the other male. ]

Oh? Do you want to wear a pink, frilly dress too... in secret? You want to try me pretty knickers on? [ Sadly, Dickie won't be much help other than generously sharing his clothes. ]

We are... we are... well, not in Dickie's basement. [ He lowers his eyes. ] Don't know. The boss will be sooo fucking angry.

[gruffish]

Your pretty knicke- Do I look like the kinda guy who wants to wear somethin' like that?! [ he barks, momentarily losing any of the "polite" demeanour he'd put on before. Harvey's all bark and little bite, however, shaking his head and shooting Dickie a sideways glare. ]

Sheesh. [ He glances around, brows knitting together grumpily. ] Your boss won't let you have one night off, will he? I don't think we're gonna be gettin' home any time soon.

[prettydolly]

[ Dickie bursts out in giggles. He's been a prostitute since his teens so he's had all sorts of blokes come in, some must've been gruff looking ones that wanted to wear pretty knickers. ] N-no... was only teasing you, mister!

No nights off. But it's not me fault. Dickie just popped up- popped up here. We should stay close together. [ He tries to grab his arm. Really, he's so scared, he's never left London. ]

H... have you got anything sharp?