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]

"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?

[hasaknightjob]

"I've met you," Marc reminded her. Though there was something that suspiciously sounded like a smile in his voice.

[totalwildcard]

"So? That just means you know I'm a delight!"

That was relevant, right?

[hasaknightjob]

"Interesting," Marc said, as though that was a counter and not, as his tone indicated, an addition to.

[totalwildcard]

"See?" Harley replied, as if he was making her point for her. "Whether I do or don't respond to shushing would be interesting, too."

[hasaknightjob]

"How you'd respond is predictable," Marc told her. "Though the look on your face might be cute."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, you can't give me 'predictable' and 'cute' in practically the same breath!" Harley objected, selling the offended gasp a little better this time. Yes, despite the grin. "I don't know which to focus on!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Dealer's choice," Marc said. While smirking.

[totalwildcard]

Harley pretended to think about it.

And then erupted with, "Predictable?! You find something about me predictable? Have I lost my unpredictable edge?"

[hasaknightjob]

Which amused Marc enough that he laughed. Didn't even try to hide it because he was comfortable with his arm around her and all. (Ignore how he had a free hand, shhh.)

"Predictable to someone telling you to shush," Marc clarified. "You can't tell me that's something you take lying down."

[totalwildcard]

"I didn't even take you lying down, this time!"

Okay, maybe that joke was a little predictable? But it amused Harley, so whatever! And anyway, he'd laughed, so she was already looking at him with like 10% more something dopey in her smile, too.

"So what's this reaction you're so sure I'll have?"

[hasaknightjob]

The joke amused Marc too, if the soft snort was any indication.

"Indignant," Marc said. And this time he did use his free hand to gesture to... her everything at the moment.

[totalwildcard]

"Ya can't know that!" Harley claimed. A little indignantly, sure. "And even if you did, that just means you have to come up with something to sweeten the deal! Yanno, make the shushing more enticing."

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't wanna shush you," Marc pointed out. He looked thoughtful. "Occasionally have your mouth do other stuff but that's different."