Apartment Above Needful Things; Later Friday

[totalwildcard]

It was not as dusty in the upstairs apartment as it had been the last time Marc had been up there. Like, sure, it was still dusty in places because Harley and her attention span had prioritized the spots that she actually used on a daily basis, but still! The living room slash kitchen space that they entered into from the stairs was actually looking lived in now, with stuff like cereal packages and coffee on the kitchen counters and some empty takeaway cartons littering the coffee table Harley had hauled up from the store.

Hey, the narrative had said it wasn't that dusty anymore, not anything about there being no mess. It wasn't too bad, anyway, there was just a little bit of clutter!

So far.

Whatever, Harley had put some personal touches in. Some eclectic decor pieces around the place, a pop art style painting on one of the walls, that sorta thing. (And a taxidermy beaver in a tutu on the counter, but Beaver wasn't decor.)

"Well, here we are!" Harley announced. "I promise this place isn't as much of a sneezing hazard anymore."

(for that guy, continued from here! NSFW)

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[hasaknightjob]

Marc came from a place where people were green sometimes. Damn near actual white wasn't throwing him.

He would've been fine for letting Harley stay peaceful, but she had made him promise to wake her. He didn't want to startle her, so he went for a light caress on the nearest part of her he could reach, avoiding touching any of the tattoos she'd been sensitive about if any of those happened to be in the way.

[totalwildcard]

He got her arm, he was fine.

Harley stirred a little, sighing as she turned her head. Then mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Five more minutes, Puddin'..."

[hasaknightjob]

Well, that offered at least some insight into the puddingcup tattoos.

Marc ran his hand lightly over her arm again. He kept his voice low so it wouldn't be jarring when he said, "Time to get up, Doc."

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Harley stirred further, this time with more of a 'mrrgh' noise. She blinked her eyes open, some part of her still half-expecting her blurry vision to find a splotch of pale white beneath another of sickly green.

But no: tan, and dark brown - and then Marc's face came fully into focus.

And Harley smiled.

"Hi," she whispered, hoarse.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hey." Marc moved his hand up to brush at Harley's hair, moving any stray strands out of the way if there happened to be any. "You said wake you up."

[totalwildcard]

There were plenty of bleached strands, what with Harley not wearing her hair up to bed.

"I know," she replied, a little whiny, wrinkling her nose. Not very seriously, though. "And it's time already?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Afraid so," Marc told her. He kept up with that light touch on her hair since she didn't seem to mind it. "Least you can go back to sleep if you want."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, I'm gonna, that was always the plan," Harley assured him, perhaps unsurprisingly. "Just didn't want you... sneaking off into the dawn without a trace. Yanno?"

She had definitely had that happen before.

[hasaknightjob]

"Well there ya go," Marc replied,fully aware he'd been the guy who'd done that before. "No sneaking. Don't know about without a trace."

[totalwildcard]

Harley picked one hand off the bed enough to wave it dismissively.

"It's not as important as the not sneaking, don't worry about it."

[hasaknightjob]

"Good 'cause I had nothing." Marc sat up and looked for where his clothes had been left. "Not unless the hyena wants to try taking a piece."

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Harley stretched, then made the spectacular effort that was rolling onto her side so she could better watch him get ready.

"I don't think the trace has always gotta be a thing left behind," she mused, as she did. "Definitely not hyena treats."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc started off with everything below the waist since he found pants first. "Need me to lock up when I go?"

Not that he knew how to do that without a key, granted.

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Harley shook her head.

"Nah, Bruce is the alarm system."

Even if he had (and would again) let Remy waltz in like it was no big deal.

[hasaknightjob]

"All right." Marc got his shirts on, then double checked he still had his wallet and and Steven's phones. "Think that's it."

[totalwildcard]

"Looks like," Harley said easily, as if she'd been paying any attention to what he'd had on him when he'd shown up or what he'd been doing just now to make sure he had everything.

She'd been more concerned with the reverse striptease of it all, sue her.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned back over the bed to place a kiss on Harley's forehead. "See ya, Doc."

[totalwildcard]

Harley sunflowered right into it, briefly closing her eyes, with a little smile.

"See ya, Marc."

[hasaknightjob]

And with that Marc headed out to go home, take care of things, and give the body back to Steven without breaking the space/time continuum.

[totalwildcard]

Harley watched him leave the room, then listened to his footsteps until he got far enough down the stairs that the sound no longer carried. Then she promptly flopped back onto her back.

Time to stare at the ceiling for a little bit.

(And then in a bit perhaps to roll into the space that he'd vacated. For reasons, but that was for Harley to know and everyone else to guess at.)