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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[totalwildcard]

Harley leaned heavily against him, and made a whiny noise of protest.

"Not s'posed to dress for some guy in the first place."

He'd escaped the 'some guy' containment a while ago. Maybe that was part of the problem.

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly," Marc said. He put both arms around her. If she wanted to get close enough to be in his lap he wasn't going to complain. "And cute is, yanno, cute."

Marc was, as always, not a poet.

"It's just new is all. For me. Not bad."

[totalwildcard]

Good thing about his lap, because, yeah. Harley ended up there in her quest to smush most of her body into his embrace.

"It's not?"

He'd just said.

Sometimes seeking validation was like that.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc held her tighter once she was settled.

"It's not. Not a lot of cute in my life is all."

This was possibly the most he'd ever said the word, in fact.

[totalwildcard]

"'Snot true," Harley muttered, "ya got Steven."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not interested in Steven like I am you," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, but he's still a cute thing in your life," Harley replied, pulling back enough to see his face. "And he pulls off one of the best magic tricks I've ever seen, too!"

And what was that, you might ask?

Harley pinched his cheek.

"He somehow makes alla this look cute!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah, I guess," Marc said. It was a good natured grumble at best. "He doesn't wear onsies though."

Steven might if he knew they were a thing. Not a guarantee, but couldn't be ruled out.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's eyes went big, like they usually did when she had a very exciting idea.

"Ooooooh I'm gonna get him one!"

[hasaknightjob]

"All you," Marc said. "I'll watch the results."

And try not to take over the body when Steven was wearing it.

[totalwildcard]

Of course the odds of Harley remembering to follow through weren't great.

But she seemed very excited about it in the moment? Like, giddily so. Which had to count for something!

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was just happy to see that maybe the insecurity had been chased away. He gave her a kiss. Nothing too long. Call it positive reinforcement.

[totalwildcard]

What insecurity? There'd been no insecurity here! And even if there had been, Harley had forgotten all about it!

She swayes after him a little when he broke the kiss again, then grinned.

"Okay, now I'll go! And you'll order breakfast, right?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Marc said. "Still want pancakes?"

[totalwildcard]

"Yes."

Ans she was sadly leaving his lap again.

"Whatever else is up to you!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc snuck a kiss on her neck before she was out of reach, then looked like nothing had happened. "Got it."

[totalwildcard]

So sneaky! But Harley was willing to keep his secret - at least as long as she was allowed to have a little smile about it.

She got back to her feet, and finally pulled up the zipper on the onesie. "Now, no funny business before I get back!" she admonished. "I'll see ya in a bit!"

And with that, she was out the room again, cajoling Bruce to come with her.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm not funny," Marc called after her.

Once she was gone, Marc checked both phones - not that he had the passcode for Steven's, but they both set theirs so that you didn't need to unlock them to know if there were waiting messages.

There was nothing, so Marc unlocked his phone and put in an order for coffee, Spanish omelets, and pancakes to be delivered. He then got up to make use of the bathroom. He looked at the pile of his clothes and decided to go for just putting his boxer briefs and pants back on. The rest he carried back to the bedroom to leave folded on the nightstand, both phones safely tucked into their usual pockets.

They were gonna eat, so with the time remaining Marc scavenged in the kitchen for silverware and plates.

[totalwildcard]

Under the watchful gaze of the taxidermy beaver in a tutu, stationed on the kitchen counter, of course!

Miraculously enough, there were some clean plates and silverware. Not necessarily in the expected places, but they were there and not that hard to find since the kitchen area was small to begin with.

And about fifteen or so minutes after they'd taken off, the lady and her hyena could be heard coming back up the stairs.

[hasaknightjob]

"Better be you and not somebody else with a huge pet," Marc said.

Kidding. He knew her footsteps by now.

[totalwildcard]

"It's us!" Harley called, right before they actually entered the apartment. "And here's proof!"

Bruce, of course, immediately beelined to his as of yet empty bowl, expectantly.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc leaned against the counter so he could try to be out of the way. "Food should be here soon."

[totalwildcard]

"Great!"

And yes, he was trying to be out of the way, but when Harley made her way over to the counter, she just happened to lean up and press a quick kiss on his cheek before picking up the giant bag of dog food so that she could give Bruce his breakfast. Perfectly natural sequence of events, at least from where she was standing!

Or moving, as the case may have been.

[hasaknightjob]

Perfectly natural! Like Marc giving her ass a quick squeeze before she was out of reach.

[totalwildcard]

At which Harley made sure to give a big gasp that sounded an awful lot like she was almost laughing instead.

"Oh, frisky!"