Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

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You asked Harley, it was a pretty good Sunday, so far.

She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.

So life was indeed pretty good!

And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!

"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"

(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)

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[totalwildcard]

"From me!"

Yes.

Yes, she was going to take partial credit for him scoring her. In whatever definition they wanted to be using for that.

[hasaknightjob]

"Couldn't have done it without you," Marc had to agree.

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"See?" Harley replied, with too much unfounded glee. "I'm good for plenty."

That... had not even been the question.

[hasaknightjob]

"Better than randos at a club," Marc agreed.

That one was true on several levels.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, but now he was getting such a big pout. Granted, Harley was having some really obvious trouble holding it steady at all, but...

"Aw, don't sell my club randos short like that! They got their perks!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not interested," Marc told her. While looking directly at her.

[totalwildcard]

So he had a front row seat to seeing how the pout gave fully in to a smirk with a kind of softness to it. Pleased, without anything smug about it.

"Your loss, baby," Harley said anyway, lightly.

Didn't know just yet she'd be turning down some club randos too, the following Saturday.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shrugged. "Eh. I'm not into it. There's enough forgettable stuff in my life."

Not voluntarily forgettable and not in the sense where forgettable meant unimportant, but things that were lost to memory all the same.

[totalwildcard]

"Don't jostle me with your shrugging," Harley chided him.

Although it may have been an excuse to wrap her arms tighter around him. She would never tell.

[hasaknightjob]

If she was going to hold him tighter when he shrugged Marc was, in fact, going to shrug again.

Maturely.

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"Hey!" Harley sputtered, in a mix of laughter and poorly feigned offense.

Holding him with all her might now, of course.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc put his arms over hers as much as he could. In self defense, of course.

His smug smile might have undercut any pretense though.

"Don't know what you're talking about."

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"And you have the gall to call me a pain in the ass!" Harley complained, oh so seriously. "The absolute nerve, Marc!"

Just ignore how she was practically beaming at him.

[hasaknightjob]

Could you laugh proudly? Because Marc was laughing proudly.

"Keeping up with you, Doc."

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Harley just beamed harder in response to the laugh. "Well, cut it out!" she said, on a laugh, while certainly not wanting him to cut it out. She'd seen him on the couch, and she much preferred this. "We can't both be pains!"

They most certainly could.

"Ya gotta provide some contrast."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc held up their entwined hands, turning them to show Harley's pale skin against his own. "This isn't enough?"

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"Ya know what I mean," Harley replied, with the most purely-for-show eyeroll possible.

If it ended in Harley just watching their hands and how the warmth in his skin tone made hers look extra pale, so be it.

[hasaknightjob]

"That we look good together?" Marc said, as though that's what she meant, "Guess you're right."

No, he was not done being a pain in the ass yet. The eyerolls were basically a reward.

[totalwildcard]

"Of course we look good together," Harley retorted, "that goes without sayin'."

She flexed her fingers between his. Suppose that was meant to be demonstrative.

The squeeze she gave his fingers, however, was just... a squeeze. For fun. Definitely fun rather than affection.

"But I should kick your ass outta my tub for tryin' to -- trying to out-menace me!"

[hasaknightjob]

The squeeze Marc gave back was obviously out of instinct or something. Everyone knew he didn't have fun or feel affection.

"You like my ass too much," he replied.

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"But I like lookin' at it walking away, too," Harley retorted.

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't fault you there," Marc said. "I've watched you plenty."

And would keep doing it if at all possible.

[totalwildcard]

"As you should." That included keeping at it. "My ass is fantastic. But you've known that for a while."

[hasaknightjob]

"Had worse views in my life," Marc said. "Your front's pretty good too."

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"Oh, is it?" Harley teased, with a big grin. "I hadn't noticed ya enjoying it."

She'd noticed it plenty.