Harley -- Post 04 - Recipes?

[justwantsafety]

*Harley's in his kitchen, a thick book on the counter near him, and although he's washed up a bit, he's still got a bit of dust, and some blood, on his t-shirt. He looks to be unharmed, though -- it isn't his.*

*a slight frown to himself, flipping the thick book closed again as he looks up to the Dreamberry camera*

All right... This book isn't helping. Does anyone know how to cook up a sand shark, from that desert outside the city?

*guess who managed to hunt a baby sand shark thing!*

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[paradoxfeline.livejournal.com]

[Staring at him, but mainly at the pink bows. Did he have those before? But in any case, he never expected Harley would transform into something like this.]

Now I understand. [Though he never saw anything like, Schrodinger was able to stay pretty calm.] But what's with the bows?

[justwantsafety]

...?

*blink blink... what?*

*he twists his head back a bit, to take a look for himself... and snorts, rolling his eyes.*

Rise did that. *He's smiling, though.* She said it looked nice that way.

[paradoxfeline.livejournal.com]

Well, it's hard to be intimidated by you with pink bows in your mane, at least, people wouldn't be too afraid of you.