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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[hasaknightjob]

"Dunno if it'd work while you're still holding on to your pancakes," Marc said. "Might need to choose there."

[totalwildcard]

Harley scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I don't take pancakes with me on walkies."

Well...

"Unless I'm feelin' really snacky."

[hasaknightjob]

"Or you're bringing breakfast back," Marc said. Because this scenario was a morning after in his mind somehow.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, then I've got more to worry about than just pancakes, 'cause coffee's a real spill risk," Harley replied, quirking her eyebrows, ahead of a thoughtful pause. "But maybe a separate pulley system for the breakfast, you know, in the window...?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Hyena could hold a bag in his mouth," Marc added.

That was a thing dogs did, right? Close enough?

[totalwildcard]

Harley clucked her tongue and shook her head. "He gets even more snacky than I do," she shared. "So he'd probably eat the whole bag. And it doesn't help to put that bag in another bag, and then another bag, because he's got a great sense of smell, too!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a side eye. "Sounds like you've tried it."

[totalwildcard]

Harley shrugged. "I've had him for a while," she pointed out, "and shit happens. Like I said, real good nose on that boy!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess that makes sense," Marc had to admit. Though with the tone that also admitted what the fuck did he know about pets, so he'd take Harley's word for it.

(Ignore any time spent with a certain cat belonging to Watts and Steven. Never happened.)

Was there a stray hair on Harley's face? Marc was brushing his fingers against her like there was regardless. "Whaddya want to do now?"

[totalwildcard]

"... With the hyena?"

Probably not the hyena.

[hasaknightjob]

"With the morning," Marc said.

Hey, he got that sometimes it was hard to follow conversations. No judgement here.

[totalwildcard]

"Oh! That makes more sense!"

Yes, funny how that worked.

She tilted her head way over to one side as if in great big thought, then shrugged. "Pack up the food and the laundry and head back to mine where there's actual comfy seating options?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Your laundry done?" Marc checked. Because he was anal about this when it came to his own stuff.

[totalwildcard]

Harley craned her neck towards the machines. "Dryer looks like it's done," she noted. "There's a whole other load never even made it into the washer, but... Enh."

The laundry hadn't exactly been the actual priority at any point in this entire laundry trip.

[hasaknightjob]

"If you're sure," Marc said. Not arguing, just letting her know he wasn't rushing her either. "I can help you carry shit."

Not because he was nice though.

[totalwildcard]

"Oo, and I didn't even have to make noises about makin' it worth your while!" Harley teased, slowly making a move to actually untangle herself from him fully and get off his lap.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let go of her so she could do that. He may have also been making mental notes about buying some cushions for the chairs by the time he stood up as well.

"I'm full of surprises."

[totalwildcard]

Harley may have swayed just a little bit as soon as she was upright, and not in the purposeful way she'd done earlier.

Also, she was clearly about to say something, but instead landed on, "Okay, pretend I had a very hilarious and very dirty joke to respond to that with, 'cause I can't put one together right now."

[hasaknightjob]

"You got it," Marc said. Though now he was secretly suspecting the first thing Harley was going to end up doing was taking a nap.

Don't ask why he didn't mind being around when she did.

[totalwildcard]

Good thing, too, because he was going to find himself to be 100% correct! Which also meant he was already one step ahead of Harley herself.

But right now Harley gave him a firm nod, dropped the pancake box with the other container, and traipsed over to the machines to deal with all of her laundry.