The blubbering turned into sobs from the floor; any remaining makeup streaking down the bruising and re-opened wounds.
Its true— She had failed. She messed up. She couldnt even carry out the ONE task he gave her!!
Through sniffles and sobs, hands reached out to grip at his legs,
spooky❥
Sorry its half assed im at work 😞
No BBQ party for Harley..! Shes being held at gunpoint & has a concussion!
spooky❥
Phat bussy..
pleading and groveling at his feet in the most literal sense.
" 'm sorry mistah J..! I really am..! I'll— I'll try harder..! I'll do better...!"
Even through the wounds of the explosion she never cried this hard.. a mess at his feet, sprawled across the floor..
"Puddin' I'll do better..!
spooky❥
Stop spamming my partners Ivy this is not a warning but a threat 🙏 I will hunt you for sport. They will not ship w/ you
I promise..! 'm devoted ta' you and only you..! 'm your Harls! You're Harlequin!"
A pathetic sight really; a mangled mess hardly patched up, sobbing and begging for his forgiveness..
"I'll fix it..!"
