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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[totalwildcard]

"Too bad."

So there was just the one burrito, which Harley was attempting to unwrap with just the one hand.

She could have brought the other one over to help, but that sort of maneuvering would have jostled him, and she didn't want to be that directly responsible for him pulling away. Despite her other current actions.

[hasaknightjob]

"Yours has bacon," Marc told her. There was a scrawled B on the label to indicate which was which.

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Harley paused to examine the burrito a little closer.

And then the melodramatic sagging of her shoulders betrayed which one she was holding even before the big sigh of, "Well, fuck. I had such a good thing going!"

Being an ass.

[hasaknightjob]

"Figured you'd like it," Marc said. "How they normally come."

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Harley made an exaggerated defeated noise as she held the half-opened non-B burrito out for him.

"Why'd ya have to be so thoughtful?"

Clearly a very serious complaint.

[hasaknightjob]

"Thank you," Marc said when he took it from her. "I dunno. For some reason I like your company."

[totalwildcard]

"Stupid."

Also a very serious statement. You could tell by how she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before reaching for the bag a second time.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not the first or last to say it," Marc said. He kissed her neck again since that was what was in reach when she was turned around. "There's salsa and shit too."

In fact a collection of things that could be added to a burrito if one wanted. Almost as though the person who had grabbed them hadn't known if there was a preference and thus got one of everything.

[totalwildcard]

Yeah, Harley was noticing that as she peered into the bag. "Oh wow, the 'and shit' was carrying a lot more weight than I thought," she said, impressed.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wasn't that heavy," Marc said. Because he was hilarious.

[totalwildcard]

Harley rolled her eyes, although he only really saw maybe half of that, as she did it while straightening up again with her B-for-bacon burrito and a few of the extras.

"But ya had to bring it here from such a long way away, right?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Miles," Marc agreed before taking a bite of his own breakfast burrito.

You know, the one he'd gotten from the place two doors down from where he lived.

[totalwildcard]

"What a trooper you are," Harley drawled.

And set about getting some salsa and several other things onto her own burrito. Hey, it was all there, she'd be a fool not to! Everyone knew she liked to overindulge, anyway.

Sitting on his lap while doing it was not not symbolic of that, too.

[hasaknightjob]

"You comfortable?" Marc had to ask. Because he had no problems at the moment but that didn't mean he didn't ca - wonder if she was okay too.

[totalwildcard]

"Hmh?"

Really, the confused little hum said enough, maybe, but Harley also looked up at him, and then down again. "Oh, I'm great," she said, with a fully unnecessary but demonstrative little rock of her hips. "I've had much worse chairs!"

He should probably worry about spillage from her burrito dressing efforts, though.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took that in, then smirked. "You must be hungry."

[totalwildcard]

"Enh," Harley said, lying.

Of course, then her efforts with the salsa and everything else were done, and she didn't exactly wait before going to chomp into the burrito.

[hasaknightjob]

"You compared me to a chair and didn't make a joke about wood," Marc pointed out.

There was something suspiciously like a smile playing about his lips.

[totalwildcard]

Harley huffed - after swallowing, thankfully - as if he hadn't caught her slipping like that.

"Aw, does it make ya sad to be losin' out to a breakfast burrito?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Glad you're not gonna pass out from blood sugar," Marc replied. He took a hearty bite of his own.

[totalwildcard]

"I've never passed out from that."

She'd passed out for many other reasons, of course.

[hasaknightjob]

"And now you're not gonna," Marc said. "I'm cool with it."

[totalwildcard]

"Well, prob'ly for the best for you if I don't pass out in your lap," Harley surmised, amused. "Sounds messy, and not in any of the fun ways."

[hasaknightjob]

"It'd be quiet," Marc said before taking another bite of his burrito.

Funnily enough he said that as though the quiet was a downside.

[totalwildcard]

"And you only like it when you're quiet, not me."

What? She'd picked up on that even before just then!