Apartment Above Needful Things; Tuesday Late Morning

[totalwildcard]

Harley had spent most of the weekend on the mainland. Not just Baltimore, either - she'd taken the kid out on a little road trip. Yanno, for life lessons! Most of them criminal, of course, but that was sort of how their mentorship worked, so someone else could handle the boring stuff. Anyway, they'd had fun!

So much of it, in fact, that Harley had only landed back on the island late on Monday evening. Technically probably Tuesday? Which meant that after she'd passed out and slept her fill, the day was already well on its way. She rolled groggily out of bed, shambled her way into the living room --

And groaned when she saw the glitter bomb still waiting on the coffee table, and not downstairs attached to the front door ready to explode on Frenchie if he showed up again this week. Whether he'd already shown up or not, Harley was not in a state to go set it up now.

She shuffled around some more, in search of her phone, which she found discarded on the kitchen counter. No calls, no messages apart from Cass informing her she'd ordered breakfast delivery on Harley's account. Harley looked at the phone for a long moment more anyway, tapping her thumb against the side of it in thought. Groggy, still sleepy, not yet caffeinated thought.

And pulled up a number she'd had for a while but never actually texted before.

(Successfully, anyway. There was that time on her birthday.)

You awake yet?

(expecting one but can be open for other stuff as well!)

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[hasaknightjob]

"For next time," Marc said, as though that explained it.

[totalwildcard]

It might have, even, but Harley was already too deep in 'movies?? what' to reel herself back to when she might've talked about 'next time'.

So: "What? What next time?"

[hasaknightjob]

"What you told Steven to tell me," Marc said. "You wanted stars."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh," Harley said with a great big sense of recognition. "Oh, no, I didn't mean people stars! Not that kind!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Then what?" Marc asked.

If Steven had been there he would have said he'd passed on the message accurately and this wasn't his fault.

[totalwildcard]

Steven, honey, Harley already knew that.

"Actual stars?" she offered, gesturing with her burrito towards the ceiling. "In the sky? Maybe shootin' ones? Ooh, and whatever that's called, the -- the lights, the colors? You know, that they get in the night sky some places?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Northern lights?" Marc said, his eyes drawn upwards by her gesture.

[totalwildcard]

Harley should really do something about the ceiling. It was looking pretty boring.

Unlike her face, all animated with excitement.

"Northern lights, yes, those guys!" she enthused.

[hasaknightjob]

That was okay. Marc was drawn to looking at Harley pretty quickly. Helped that their position put her in the way.

"You're into that?"

[totalwildcard]

"I could be!" Harley replied. "Never really seem 'em before!"

Outside of pictures, obviously. Otherwise she wouldn't have known to be interested.

"But they seem pretty."

[hasaknightjob]

"Meant the whole thing," Marc said. "Lights and the stars and all that."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh!" Harley said, and then shrugged. "Well the answer's still mostly the same? I mean, this place is the closest I've ever been to living somewhere where you can actually see the stars properly, yanno? Gotham's dark an' all, don't get me wrong, but it's a city and a city's always got light. Blocks out whatever twinkles in the sky."

[hasaknightjob]

"The night sky," Marc pointed out, quirking his eyebrows up in case she hadn't made the connection.

[totalwildcard]

Not really, as he could see from how visible it was on her face when she did. Harley didn't say 'oh' this time, but her lips sort of made the shape all the same.

"Is that something that's gonna put you off?"

Weird how that thought even came to her. Like she was concerned, without a second thought.

[hasaknightjob]

"Nah," Marc said. Though he did notice that she wondered and felt some kind of way about it. "Just all this time I thought you were only using me for sex."

[totalwildcard]

"Can't it be both?"

Weirdly sincere-sounding question from someone who in fact was not using him for sex.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc finished off his burrito, idly licking a spare crumb off his thumb at the end.

"Never said it couldn't."

[totalwildcard]

Harley watched his hand, of course. Or maybe his mouth? Look, point was, when there was licking, that was where her attention went, she didn't make the rules.

Also she still had a bit of burrito left. The downside of being the talky one.

"So I'm cool to use ya for sex, and for...?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You haven't figured out I'm okay with the sex yet?" Marc replied. He indicated their position in case she needed help with that answer.

[totalwildcard]

"That's not what I'm asking," Harley informed him, with an easy little duh quality, because really, now. "I figured that out around the second time things got all clothes-free."

So no, she shook her head.

"But you were... surprised? About something? When ya brought it up. Not the sex part, the stars. The sky."

[hasaknightjob]

"Joking," Marc said, with a shrug to show he knew he was bad at it. "Considering."

[totalwildcard]

"Considering what?"

[hasaknightjob]

"The coincidence of the night sky thing," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

"Coincidence?"

Sorry, apparently Harley was just going to be dragging clarifications out of him word by word, now.

She also bit back into her burrito, though.

[hasaknightjob]

"You asked for a night sky and I'm the avatar of the god of that," Marc said. He waved it off. "Forget it. Dumb joke."