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

[totalwildcard]

"With the helpful guidance?"

[hasaknightjob]

That got an actual laugh out of him.

"Pain in the ass."

Still not a complaint.

[totalwildcard]

And the laugh got him a loud kiss on the cheek, before Harley finally moved.

"And doncha forget it!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc mostly watched her, only moving as needed to help her out.

"You're not exactly forgettable. Even for me."

[totalwildcard]

There wasn't much to do, anyway. Just something to dispose of while pondering the merits of getting a dedicated little trash can by the bed.

"I better not be," Harley told him. "'Cause I like doing this with ya."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc held a hand out for her to rejoin him on the bed when she was done.

"I do keep coming back."

Or finding reasons to go places with her. Or to spend time with her. And then all the other stuff kept happening in a funny coincidence.

[totalwildcard]

Did Harley actually need the hand in any way? No. Was she taking it anyway? Fuck yes.

"Yeah ya do," she smirked as she crawled back to him. "Like clockwork."

Or whatever passed for it with two people with wonky time perception.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc pulled her close, encouraging her to make herself comfortable against him so he could wrap his arm around her.

What? It was comfortable for him too. Or something.

"Who was it who decorated my office again?" he replied.

[totalwildcard]

"I don't know!" Harley claimed with big eyes as she snuggled all comfortably close to him. "But they've got great taste!"

She'd already taken credit for it at the time, sure. That wasn't going to stop her performing this show now.

[hasaknightjob]

"So nobody I know," Marc replied, since two could play at that game.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a scandalized gasp, only slightly marred by how she sounded like she was about to laugh: "Rude!"

[hasaknightjob]

"You don't decorate," Marc said. He used his free hand to gesture up at the police tape. "You DIY."

[totalwildcard]

Harley glanced up as well. "That's not the same thing?"

Genuine question? Hard to say.

[hasaknightjob]

"DIY is fixing stuff," Marc said. Like that explained it.

Which it did to him, actually. He wasn't great at this kind of thing.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's head tilted. "Well, that makes sense," she decided. What, it was logical enough for her (as much as she was ever concerned with logic, anyway).

She also moved right on into a sly grin at him: "But I still redecorated your office, so ha!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc smirked back at her, "So I'm not the only one who comes around like clockwork."

Again for a value of neither one of them noticing how much time passed in general.

[totalwildcard]

"Well, since you keep me coming around ya like clockwork..."

Funny how that part had had nothing to do with the state of his office.

[hasaknightjob]

"Doing my best to keep you from getting bored," Marc replied.

[totalwildcard]

"And what a sacrifice that is, hunh?" Harley teased, sliding her own arm around him, finally, as best she could.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc pulled her in closer. His hand traced idle patterns on her back.

"Maybe my hearing..."

[totalwildcard]

"Aw, you can do without, can't ya?" Harley quipped, sweetly. "Got plenty for your other senses..."

[hasaknightjob]

"But I like hearing you," Marc reminded her. "Not that the other stuff is a hardship either..."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered, unrepentant.

"Well, when it gets too loud you can always go 'shush' and see if that helps ya?"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a dry look that was probably obvious in his tone as well.

"Something tells me you don't listen when someone tries that."

[totalwildcard]

"I might!" Harley objected. Loudly.

With a laugh.

She wasn't selling the possibility very well, was she?