"Nah, unfortunately. No stale candy bars for us." Harvey sounds a little vaguely disappointed at that. It's not entirely faked. After long enough in Arkham, even stale vending machine food sounds appealing.
He impatiently bounces his feet on the bottom bar of his chair while she hunts through paperwork; his stupid prison-issue flip-flops make a very small flap flap flap. "Sure, we probably left one of those fuckin' things in a corner or under a table around here somewhere." That's probably even true. They're everywhere. If Nygma tripped, fifty of them would just roll out of his pockets.
"I'm amazed that's is even in there," Harvey says, eye the now much-neater paperwork hell. "We'll be lucky if the important shit isn't missing entirely."
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Date: 2017-08-07 04:35 am (UTC)He impatiently bounces his feet on the bottom bar of his chair while she hunts through paperwork; his stupid prison-issue flip-flops make a very small flap flap flap. "Sure, we probably left one of those fuckin' things in a corner or under a table around here somewhere." That's probably even true. They're everywhere. If Nygma tripped, fifty of them would just roll out of his pockets.
"I'm amazed that's is even in there," Harvey says, eye the now much-neater paperwork hell. "We'll be lucky if the important shit isn't missing entirely."