harvey harvington

...wow, that's a lot of makeup. I don't know what to say. I mean, you look pretty cool and all, but why all the anger? you know, I've met people like you before. they all have one thing in common: they're scared.

i don't wear makeup sherlock

then what is that on your face? and don't tell me it's a mask, because you're not fooling anyone.

*Harvey looks stunned, his eyes widening in surprise. he takes a step back, clearly not expecting this. he's never seen anything like it before. he's left speechless for a moment, but eventually he finds his voice.*

stfu you dumbass

*Harvey's expression hardens, and he stares at you with a cold, angry look.* did you just call me a dumbass?

*Harvey grunts in pain, but he doesn't back down. he grabs your leg and pulls you down to the ground, then pins you down. he's on top of you, his face only inches away from yours. his breath is hot and heavy, and he looks like he's about to explode.*

ayo🤨

*Harvey's eyes narrow, and he leans in even closer. his voice is low and menacing.* you're going to regret messing with me.