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!)

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

The hint of amusement was still there. Though it wasn't distracting Marc so much that he didn't put a hand on her side to help her balance as she reached for her drink.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh for -- just get outta there," Harley muttered to her takeaway coffee when it refused to cooperate with her for a second. As ya do. But then it was followed up with a pleased sigh as she managed to get it. "Ya want yours, too?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Sure," Marc said. "There's no difference with those two. Didn't know what you wanted."

[totalwildcard]

Considering the fight Harley'd endured to get the first one out, she was remarkably quick about switching it to her other hand and holding it out for him, while she fished the other one out, too.

"I can take it plain!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took it with his free hand, still using the other one to help her balance. In case she needed the help, or something. "Plain's easier."

[totalwildcard]

He was just being so thoughtful, helping her with her balance. Clearly, when she straightened back up with the other coffee in hand and her free hand settled onto his arm, that was just for balance, too.

"It's all just caffeine right now."

[hasaknightjob]

Just like the way Marc spread his hand out to cover more of her side once she settled into place. Being helpful, was all.

"You're pretty spry for not being awake yet."

[totalwildcard]

"I'm spry always," Harley replied, with that cheerfully smug tone she was so fond of, "haven't you noticed yet?"

[hasaknightjob]

"You do sleep sometimes," Marc said. "I've seen it."

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, but I'm spry if you wake me up," Harley retorted, after a good sip of coffee. "Still counts!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Nah, you're cute when you're sleeping," Marc told her. Then took a smug sip of his own coffee.

[totalwildcard]

"Why are you looking so smug about something I am?" Harley questioned, immediately. "I'm cute, I should be smug!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I get to see it," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"Is it that great?"

Just wondering.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's actual feeling was that it was probably something a lot of people didn't get to see. But he suspected Harley might feel weird having that pointed out. So instead he went with, "It's different."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's head tilted a little, although only after another sip.

"From what?"

[hasaknightjob]

"From you being awake," Marc said. He went to make an either/or gesture with his hand then remembered he was holding his coffee. Moving the hand that was on her wasn't an option either for some reason. "Kind of how opposites work."

[totalwildcard]

"Isn't that most people when they're awake and when they're not, though?"

She could have just taken the original compliment, but, oh no.

But her other hand was absently rubbing his arm.

[hasaknightjob]

"You're the one I'm sleeping with," Marc reminded her.

Literally and figuratively.

[totalwildcard]

"'Cause you've rejected the whole notion of random hookups," Harley agreed with a sage nod.

What?

[hasaknightjob]

"Wouldn't have spent the night with them anyway," Marc said. "Kind of the point."

[totalwildcard]

"One night stand doesn't involve the night ever?" Harley retorted, over the rim of her cup. "News to me!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You'd leave when you're done," Marc said. He shrugged. "Least I would."

[totalwildcard]

"I wouldn't if round one was good," Harley scoffed. "Although I'd leave in the middle if it was bad."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took that into consideration, then gave her half a grin. "Good to know."