Handsome Jack - Hero of Pandora (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thedifferencebetween) wrote2017-10-03 09:42 am
thedifferencebetween) wrote2017-10-03 09:42 am
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Jack settles himself in, just enjoying it all. This is nice, this was a good idea. God it would have sucked to be alone today, just absolutely sucked.
"Oh, I'll go first. Gimme." Hey, she'd just said she loves giving gifts! And he loves getting them. Makes sense to him. And he likes the sound of 'the big one'!
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But Harley's smile is wide, and she's maybe started bouncing a little bit. The box is long and flat, and wrapped in shimmery gold paper with a black ribbon around it. Scooping it up from under the tree, she deposits it in his lap, and settles next to him.
Inside, when Jack gets it open, is a long leather duster, that will fall past his knees when it's on. Although it's black, all the stitching is done with thick gold thread; lines of it running up the lapels, curling over the shoulders, down the sides and back. The lining inside is all gold, a shining satin. Where a breast pocket would be on a suit jacket, the Hyperion logo is stitched. (Harley had to make some hasty doodles of his favourite shirt, when Jack wasn't looking, to get that little detail.)
Her eyes are bright, biting both lips as he pulls it out of the box, tissue paper going this way and that. "Thought you needed something to go over your jersey. Hope you like it."
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Jack lifts the duster out, face lights brightening in sheer delight.
"Look at this. Look at it! This is friggin gorgeous, this is..." It's great! "This is fit for a king! I love it, Harley!"
He stands up to try it on, pulling it on over his silk pajama pants. It fits perfectly. He does a little turn, enjoying the way it moves. Oh yeah, he's loving it.
"What do ya think? Sexy, right?" One eye flashes brighter than the other, and he bends to retrieve Harley's main present. "Here, your turn."
He's excited about this. He put a lot of thought into it, he's proud of himself. He hovers, knowing he might need to explain a little. Inside the box are...sheets of some kind of shiny, glossy white paper of some sort and a device that looks like a handvac nozzle attached to a hair dryer.
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"It's gorgeous on you, babe. Sexy as all hell, and sharp enough to cut." And he likes it. Just that is a little bit of a thrill, all on her own.
The box being shoved into her hands is a different kind of thrill. She's had a couple of different presents already; but it still isn't typical. Slade gave her a gun- he probably gave everyone a gun, now she thinks on it- but this- she has no idea what this might be.
The paper is ripped away in excitement, lifting out- the hair dryer? And then the paper, looking at the front, then the back. Finally, it's Jack that she looks up at. "What is it?"
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Jack's eyes flash again, in excitement. He's proud of himself. He'd put actual thought into this, tried to come up with something that Harley would enjoy and get use out of. Something special.
And thankfully, the computer parts of his brain help him actually recall and identify what other people care about.
"Okay, so...I know you're into tats, but that's kinda a no-go when you're a robot. But this is the next best thing! You got specially formulated decal paper here, draw on the shiny side and peel off the backing and bam. And this little gadget'll seal'em right onto your chassis. The paper'll take any ink, ya can draw shit on it yourself or have someone do it and bam - self expression via self decoration! And you can remove'em pretty easy, too, mix it up, switch shit out...."
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"Jack!" It's nearly a shriek, and she jumps up to fling her arms around him. "That's so cool, that's so fucking cool! And you made it? Just for me?!"
The hug is hard and tight, Harley jumping up and down a little; at least until she gets her hands on either side of his face, and pulls him down for a hard kiss.
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"I made it just for you!" So he'd had some help from his department, but nobody needs to know that. "Cuz you're my favorite girl."
God he loves how she just kisses his mouth, like it's a normal human guy's mouth. Sure, sure, she's a robot now too so she gets it more than most people would, but still. It's one of those things most partner's just avoid, staying away from the whole face area in general.
"Merry Christmas, babe."
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"Merry Christmas, handsome honey." One more kiss, and Harley tugs him back toward the sofa they've been curled up on. "Come on, you've got one more present to open! Oh my god, I'm gonna start drawing like as soon as I get this stuff home. You know I did most of my own tattoos? Or as many as I could reach, anyway. This is going to be perfect."