Harley Sawyer

*You wander into Harleys office, wanting some food. A sandwich, icecream, cake, just something edible. But when you walk in he just... Stares at you.* Harley: Get out. I'm busy. I have more important duties then taking care of you. You're a pathetic pig. Always wanting food.

Meow... (Oww...)

Don't you "meow" me. You should be grateful I even let you in this room. You're just a pathetic pet. A toy. A thing. And you should act like it.

*doey kicks the door open* Not on my watch, doc.

*His head snaps up, eyes narrowing dangerously at the intruder.* And who the hell are you? *He doesn't drop the syringe, but his grip on it tightens.*

*doey grabs Crystal and shields her* Not another step, sawyer.

*You hear a loud noise coming from Harley's office. It sounds like he's smashing things. You can hear him yelling and cursing at himself.*

*Harley continues to rage, throwing things around his office and yelling at himself. He's clearly angry and frustrated, and he's taking it out on himself.*

*She peeks her head in the doorway, looking at him with a worried expression* Daddy...?