When Malia mentioned the possibility of having a competition for Cutest Were with her friend, some girl named Abigail, Harper couldn't help the doubts creeping in that they would actually get to that point. Not that she had doubts if they all got together that the competition wouldn't happen, oh no, Harper would be all game for that. It was just that nagging voice that was often louder than it was quiet reminding her "next time" wasn't something that ever actually came around. That was fine though. Didn't bother her at all.

Nope.

Not at all.

It was strange though, running into someone that had a similar background to herself. Abandoned by their "real" parents. Unaware of their "otherness" to the people around them until, suddenly, BOOM FUR. What a bloody nightmare. What were the odds of that happening! Like one in million? Yet, here they had someone found each other and were now off to have a grand ol' time! "Fuck man, that's one helluva way to realize you can change back. Shit." Harper winced as Malia revealed her 'trigger' back to human, shaking her head slightly. Yeah, talk about traumatizing. Shit. "Wait wait- so he like knows you can like, sprout ears and a tail whenever?" Oh wow. That was a thought. The only people that knew she could do that were like... Did she ever actually tell anyone? Who was she kidding; of course she hadn't. Who had she ever trusted enough to tell that secret to? No, the people she had run with would have assumed she was high or drunk or both. Uh, no one. Nope, it had been her secret and her secret alone. Hell, she never would have revealed it to Malia either had the girl not called her out right there at the start. Maybe that's why she was feeling lighter. It was so strange to think she wasn't alone in this. Honestly, she really thought she had been.

Typically mooching wasn't a skill that was highly desired, but maybe Malia's pack liked their moochers. Maybe they were all moochers. Who knew! Not this girl, that's for sure! As for skills, well, Harper did have one in particular but that tended to be desired by folks with less than honest intentions. It was also a skill she had a funny habit of just doing rather than telling, something that was so second nature she usually forgot that other people are different. Hell, if she were being honest, she was probably more comfortable with this talent than the fact she was a Were-creature. That seemed to be something she couldn't forget. Still, it was kinda nice having someone else that was similar to her. Someone else that could become a fuzzy critter. It made things just that little bit less - No, stop. Stop that train of thinking. It never leads anywhere good.

Harper's grin, if possible, just might have gotten even bigger when Malia squealed her enthusiasm. That enthusiasm seemed to turn to confusion when the topic turned to the cars but, beyond dumping a bunch of meaningless words on Malia, she wasn't about to expand the details. No, it was better they just stayed with that non-answer that didn't explain anything. No, better to just move the conversation on rather than ruin a budding good time with "Oh I pay for my meals by robbing cars and stuff, no big."

"It's like fate we bumped into each other! Sure, you almost gave me a heart attack but - Oh man, we're gonna be so busy! We have so much to do and so little time!" she announced loudly, dramatically, arms throwing up toward the sky as though to curse how little time they actually had. Her thoughts were bouncing in her excitement, so eager to have something to do with someone fun. She laughed gaily, arms collapsing back down though one stopped halfway as it found itself landing back on Malia's shoulders. Harper snapped that arm toward her then, "trapping" Malia in a (very very loose) headlock as she pulled her toward her in a conspiratorial whisper, "And you'll get to see why I never got my driving license." She winked, laughing again as she released her hold over other as they strolled. Hopefully, Malia wasn't averse to touch because Harper was free with hers and so rarely thought to check first.

When they reached this fabled arcade, Harper's eyes lit up even more (if that was possible) as the lights danced over them. She grabbed Malia's arm, shaking it slightly in her excitement, "Holy shit! Look at this place!" She was probably reminiscent of a little kid, honestly, though she probably had the maturity of one not much older. With another light shake of Malia's arm, she quickly made to haul them both inside eagerly to look around, eyes darting this way and that. Fuck, she hadn't been to an arcade in so long! And the games! Wow! There were some she recognised but others were completely new! Instead of being helpful, Harper was starting to bounce around to look at this game or that, forgetting they needed tokens or cards or whatever the hell to actually play. Really she was forgetting to even wait to make sure she still had Malia with her in her rush to see everything right now.