Midnight Manor Laundry Room; Sunday Morning

[totalwildcard]

Boy, had that gone poorly! Harley hadn't slept much, and some of the reasons why could maybe be inferred by how, come morning, her makeup looked like perhaps she'd been caught in a heavy bout of rain. Rain that also made your eyes look kinda red and puffy? It was Fandom, okay, genuinely much stranger things happened all the time! Leave her alone!

Also, thanks to the aforementioned lack of sleep, Harley wasn't actually feeling all that much better, come morning. She actually kind of felt like she needed to bite something.

Or maybe go egg the Wayne Foundation building in town.

Set something on fire?

... Or kick a dryer, apparently. Sorry about the occasional clanging noises (and the accompanying swearing), Midnightites! Midnighters? Midnightees...? People of Midnight. Sometimes you just had to laundry aggressively.

It was so much better than actually dealing with your feelings.

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[totalwildcard]

"And you're what, eggy?" No time to get caught up in who was sweet or not when there were real questions to ask! Harley tsked. "Tough break for you."

[hasaknightjob]

"Salty?" Marc suggested. There'd been salt on the eggs after all. Pepper too but whatever, he wasn't a chef.

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered again. "Oh, I think salty suits ya."

[hasaknightjob]

"I'll take it," Marc said.

Since he wasn't sweet after all.

No, he wasn't aware of any other meanings of salty.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley wasn't going to be explaining it to him right now, because that made the joke funnier to her and it wasn't really that important.

"Good," she said. "See, that's how we make such a good combo."

[hasaknightjob]

"Too bad no lemons," Marc said. "I'd do good with sour."

Sweet and sour, you see.

[totalwildcard]

Harley's laugh was louder than expected, maybe, but that just meant it was all the more genuine.

"Well maybe we can fix that with lunch somehow," she teased. "Get ya a very sour lemonade or something!"

[hasaknightjob]

"We're spending lunch together now?" Marc asked. He didn't sound like he minded.

[totalwildcard]

"Unless ya got other plans?"

He hadn't sounded like he did, just now, so Harley felt secure in using the teasing tone that she did.

"Somewhere important to be and other people to meet."

[hasaknightjob]

"There was this person in my laundry room," Marc said. "But I think I've got her in hand."

He was doing pretty well on the "humor" thing today.

[totalwildcard]

It made Harley's lips curve further, so it was going great. She gave his hand a little squeeze, because clearly he'd earned it.

"Yeah, I think ya got that contained."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc would be taking that smile as a reward, yes.

"Might need to go chair shopping," Marc said. "But I guess I can do that some other time."

[totalwildcard]

Harley grinned at him, tugging on his hand for no good reason. "And if stars align, you might even be able to take an expert along with ya!"

[hasaknightjob]

"There's chair experts now?" Marc asked, quirking his eyebrows up in bemusement.

You'd think the concept wouldn't throw him so much considering that he knew Dwight but no.

[totalwildcard]

"I'll have you know, I am really good at sitting on them!"

That wasn't even true, since she was often finding very improper ways to sit on chairs. And technically wasn't even sitting on one right now at all.

[hasaknightjob]

"So you'll be road testing?" Marc said. He considered, then amended, "Ass testing?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley cackled, absolutely delighted.

"Yes! Exactly! And you can just make sure my testing equipment stays all warm and in working order!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Why do I feel like these chairs are going to be pretty colorful?" Marc said.

Compared to the standard grey of the one they were sitting on, for example. Anyone guessing that Marc had ordered these with "I don't fucking know, just gimme folding chairs" would be correct.

[totalwildcard]

"Why wouldn't they be? Why would they be anything else?"

There were so many options out in the world, Marc!

[hasaknightjob]

"Because it's easier?" Marc said. This being a thing he was known for, of course.

[totalwildcard]

Harley clearly didn't follow that logic, going by her confused frown.

"How?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Don't have to worry about shit matching," Marc said. "Wood's the color of wood, metal's the color of metal. You're done."

[totalwildcard]

"I think there's more colors than one for both of those?" Harley hazarded. "Also why would anything need to match 'less you wanted it to?"

Yes, shocking that she would have this opinion.

[hasaknightjob]

"I don't - " Marc stopped, but only because he was trying to figure out how to explain it. "I need shit to work. It doesn't have to be pretty."

[totalwildcard]

"Function over looks?" Harley suggested. "Yeah, that sounds about right."