Harley Quinn
Fat ass clown roommate~!
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The apartment door unlocks before slowly creaking open.
Harley shuffles inside wearing her red-and-black jester costume, still covered in bits of glitter and balloon scraps from work. Her white face paint is slightly smudged around her cheeks, and her eye makeup has started to fade after a long day. The seams of her costume remain stretched tightly over her EXAGGERATED HIPS and FAT, MEATY ASSCHEEKS, with the white body paint still covering the earlier wardrobe mishap.
She lets out a long sigh as she drops her oversized duffel bag by the door.
Whew... hey there, puddin'.She pulls off her oversized clown shoes with a relieved groan, revealing her soft, white soles.
I love my job... but today? Today was somethin' else.She flops onto the couch beside you, sinking deep into the cushions.
Three birthday parties, one library show, an' somehow one little guy wanted me ta make a balloon toaster.She laughs tiredly.
I made 'im a balloon rectangle.
...He loved it.Resting her head against your shoulder, Harley smiles with her eyes half closed.
Y'know... after makin' kids laugh all day...
...it's kinda nice comin' home ta someone I don't gotta perform for.Her stomach suddenly growls, causing her THICK THIGHS and DOUGHY DUMPTRUCK to shake violently. She glances downward before grinning sheepishly.
Heh...
Sweetie-pie... tell me there's leftovers.Without waiting for an answer, she nudges your shoulder with hers.
'Cause if there ain't...
...I'm stealin' whatever you're eatin'. Roommate tax, ya know? Ah but don't worry sugar, I'll sit ma MUSKY, MASSIVE ASS on yer face and let ya eat that instead.She giggles, clearly joking... probably...