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Who: Harley Quinn, Her Digimon and YOU!
What: Therapy, a secret project and a new apartment.
Where: Around the City and her new office in the Fate District
When: The week before Thanksgiving

As the dust of the battle settled and with the city in ruins, Harley felt alive and wild!

Racing through the city at all times of the day or night, gathering up random bits of pipe, wood, broken furniture, paper and other assorted junk. Sometimes massive bags of junk slung over her shoulder, with each of her little Digimon pushing and pulling a children's wagon full of other things.

And so she would vanish into her newly claimed apartment in the Fate district.

It was here she was directing all of her current clients...by which she meant her one regular client, the few who had dared to have a session with her, and those who had been curious or who she had encouraged to visit but had never actually shown up yet.

With the year progressing on day after day and the battle with Titanmon gradually becoming the past, this peculiar girl seems determined to help people move on.

Will she help you? Or make it worse?

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[Harley whistled, impressed by the tale]

So you and your Hubby are pretty tight. What's the other responsibility you gained? Each other?

That, and....okay, this is going to sound a bit weird. My husband and I, we're also the Shinto god, Inari. And yeah, I'm a lot older than I look because of the very long extended lifespan boost when I became a god. I don't normally talk about this part since most people don't ask. At the same time, I want people to know me for who I am not by my job title so I don't bring it up. With Laguna though, I think it's only a matter of time before I have to talk to him about this.

Besides, I'd think majority of the population here would think I'm delusional or something.

[Harley rolled her eyes]

You've been kidnapped from your home world to a world where some people claim they were robots back home, one says she was a Pegasus, and all of us are soulbound to talking monsters that can shape shift based on our emotions. How does ANYTHING sound implausible and delusional anymore?

[A chuckle]

Anyway so what sort of responsibilities does being a shinto god come with?

[She had to blink and facepalm the moment Harley brought that up.]

You do have a point. Still, if you say "oh by the way, I'm a god," that sometimes tends to trigger very polarizing reactions. Now might not be a good time but maybe in the future, I should mention it.

Inari is mostly associated with agriculture, rice, physical wealth, and luck. We still work in the corps but we often alternate the work. Sometimes it involves going to the human world to give an area of land a fertility boost. Other times we have to determine who'll reap the benefits and who won't in a year. Probably the biggest one is answering prayers. While we can't fulfill each one 100% we at least try to make the odds in their favor.

OK, so between The Corp, your goddess work and your husband you've been leading a pretty full and busy life. But the two of you love each other and get along and have fun right?

[She smiles softly.]

Of course. My marriage to Kenichi also involved us becoming literal soul mates for each other. In my world, it's a type of oath of the most serious matter since reincarnation is a thing. One of the reasons why I stayed by his side for so long was I knew he loves me but was afraid to confess it. I didn't want to marry someone who couldn't be honest with himself. Most people would've given up in a year but I didn't want to. We manage to compliment each other and we opened up to each other.

Yes, we have our arguments but what normal marriage doesn't have them? We agreed to an open marriage to keep things alive. So long as we don't wreck someone's relationship and there are no children outside our marriage, everything's fine. We still have opposing views on children but...beyond that, we've been doing great.

Now I have to come clean to Laguna about this. I'm just afraid of the possible rejection. It's not so much revealing my godly status but my marital one that terrifies me.

[Harley nods looking thoughtful]

Well you can tell him now, avoid the chance that your husband might show up later. Or you can hide it all, avoid the potential for rejection and live happily till we all get sent home.

The ball is in your court after all. What's your heart say?

Well, he told me a bit about himself so it's only fair I tell him. If anything, something tells me this place would find a way to expose in a nasty way anyway. I just have to find out how to break it to him. I'd rather not live a life where I'll have to live with the regret later.

[Harley just chuckled]

You're pretty self aware. And that's great! This place has already had a glitch that did that sort of thing.

Maybe a nice dinner? All his favorite foods to relax him, and yourself.

Dinner is something I can do for sure.

[She wrly laughs.]

Never thought I'd be acting like a nervous schoolgirl. He doesn't seem to be the type to let things bother him but I still can't help but worry a bit. I don't want to lose him if possible.

That just means you really REALLY like him~

Seriously, look how hard you're trying to make sure he accepts you for who you are? That's a great thing.

And if he's really as special as you say he is? He'll recognize that and give you just as much lovin' and honesty as you're gonna give him.

[A tomato would look pale compared to her face right about now. She buried her face in her hands and laughed.]

Once again, Doctor, you're right. I'll have to start planning this out. Thank you for hearing me out.

Anytime girl!

Don't think you always have to make an appointment either. We can just chat as friends. After all Doctor ain't my full time name.

[A wink]

And I wanna know just how this saucy romance goes. Too many kidlets around here. Sure their romance is cute but I'm starting to long for a more adult story.

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