Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

[totalwildcard]

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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[hasaknightjob]

"You're something else," Marc told her when words became more of an option.

Yeah he'd said it before. It bore repeating.

[totalwildcard]

And much like some other times, Harley responded to it with a quiet chuckle and a, "Why? I'm just a girl."

[hasaknightjob]

"You're not just an anything," Marc told her. He placed a kiss on her forehead. "I've known a lot of justs. That ain't you."

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Harley chuckled again, but even softer.

"Oh, I'm just special, then," she teased. "I guess crazy just knows crazy."

[hasaknightjob]

"I like your crazy," Marc told her. There was an unspoken so there at the end of it.

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He really needed to just learn to live a little and give those so theres a chance to live out in the world! As easy as it was for Harley to hear them even when he left them unspoken.

"Ya don't just like my crazy," Harley told him, miming a little bite at him, "you'll gladly fuck my crazy, too."

And othee verbs, but these were the easy and safe ones!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a wry look. "Didn't know that's where you kept it."

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"Surprise!" Harley replied without missing a beat.

And then snickered at her own joke hard enough that he probably felt it as much as he heard it, too.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc maybe hugged her a little tighter. To ward off chill or something. And also feel the laugh.

"See? Said you're full of surprises. Guess that's literal."

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"It's the crazy, it gets everywhere."

Sure it did.

[hasaknightjob]

"And here I am full up of my own," Marc replied. "Guess it keeps me from rubbing off on you."

Yes, he'd phrased it that way deliberately. Just for her.

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And Harley accepted it wholeheartedly and with a big smirk. "Oh, ya should feel free to rub off on me, and rub off on me good."

[hasaknightjob]

"Fucking insatiable," Marc said.

It did not remotely sound like a complaint.

[totalwildcard]

And the smirk went nowhere.

"Well," Harley said, with a theatrical show of patience, "maybe if you weren't so great at sex, I wouldn't pester ya for it so much! You think about that?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'll try phoning it in next time," Marc said.

He was not remotely serious.

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Harley still played up a gasp. "Don't you dare! You have a gift and you can't squander it!"

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Marc laughed. She had that effect on him.

"Who knew that's where my talents lie?"

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"Oh, I've known since the first time you kissed me!"

Okay, maybe having a hunch was not the same as knowing, but Harley thought it was close enough. And her hunch about him being intense had at least been correct!

"I don't think you'd know how to phone it in, either."

Again, intense!

[hasaknightjob]

"You kissed me," Marc said. Mainly just to metaphorically tug at her pigtails, so to speak.

[totalwildcard]

Hopefully this eye roll was what he was looking for!

"You kissed back, smartypants."

[hasaknightjob]

It was exactly what he'd been looking for so that worked out well. As his grin indicated.

"Still blaming you though."

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"You can blame whoever ya want," Harley retorted, "it doesn't change what I was saying!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm just saying you bring it out in me," Marc told her. "Get me doing shit I'd never think of."

You know, like smiling.

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Yeah, Harley poked him in the cheek for no good reason.

Gently.

"What, like I'm putting new thoughts in your head?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Something like that," Marc said. He held her closer. Just because. "Not like I'm big into baths."

For a random example.