Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

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Harley was having a quiet day in.

... What? It happened! It was allowed! Even the most high energy rogues had to take days off sometimes. There was a marathon of some awful reality show on the TV - oh, also, she had a TV now, a vintage one with a great aesthetic and terrible reception! - and she had a comfy onesie on and a takeout order on the way.

What more could a girl need?

(for one!)

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"I think it's usually you who has to be up for it to come inside," Harley replied, weirdly earnest for such a dirty joke. But it may have been reflexive babbling. Just a little bit.

She nodded her head, almost right after, towards the back of the store.

"Come on, then."

[hasaknightjob]

"Delivery guy wasn't my type," Marc replied. He headed in the direction she indicated, not going fast to make sure she was joining him.

[totalwildcard]

Harley closed the door, then skittered along after him.

"Of course not! First of all, I don't think he was a woman. You seem like a real stickler for that."

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly," Marc said. "Dead straight out the gate."

No pun intended.

[totalwildcard]

"Well, good thing I gave him a good tip, since you won't be."

The door into the back room was open, as would be the door at the top of the stairs, into the apartment.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc kept going towards Harley's apartment.

"A good tip?" he asked.

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"Yanno, like--" Harley started, then waved her free hand even though he probably couldn't see it, really, wiuth her trailing behind him. "Nevermind. Joke."

[hasaknightjob]

"Right," Marc said. He didn't turn around to see the gesture, no. But only because he didn't know there was a gesture to turn around for. "I don't get those."

[totalwildcard]

"Sometimes ya do," Harley felt compelled to say. "This just probably isn't... sometime."

[hasaknightjob]

"Kinda not getting a lot," Marc said. He may not have been thinking just of their current conversation.

[totalwildcard]

Harley still assumed he was!

She also gave his butt a little pat. Totally just encouragement for him to now step over the threshold into her apartment as they came upon it now. (It did have a weirdly encouraging feel to it. Compared to, you know. Most times she got her hands on his ass.) "Sure you're doin' just fine."

[hasaknightjob]

It said a lot that Harley could do little gestures like that. Both touch as a concept and initiated where Marc couldn't see it. Funny the things that didn't set off his boundaries these days.

"How 'bout you?" he asked, looking her over.

[totalwildcard]

"Huh?" Harley asked, eyebrows all high again. "I'm great at getting jokes! And other things!"

[hasaknightjob]

This was what Marc got for using segues that only made sense in his head.

"How are you doing?" he clarified. "In general, not with jokes."

[totalwildcard]

"Me?" Harley asked. "I'm great! Did ya see I've got a new TV?"

The TV in question was probably older than her.

[hasaknightjob]

"Congrats?" Marc offered, not sure if that was the way to go.

[totalwildcard]

Well, Harley seemed to brighten up in response? "Thanks!" she enthused. "It just came in over the weekend! Real convenient for this marathon of --"

She gestured excitedly towards the television, then frowned.

"Actually I can't remember what this show is called," she admitted. "But still!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Could head out if I'm interrupting," he told her. He could've called before coming in person but, well, phone. "Don't mean to horn in on your thing here."

[totalwildcard]

In response, Harley held up her takeaway bag. "Got like... half sandwich here I could share?"

A beat.

"The smaller half."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc wasn't going to comment on if he was maybe relieved she hadn't told him to hit the bricks.

"Sure," he said. "I could eat."

[totalwildcard]

"Great!" Harley replied, giving him a little nudge towards the couch.

Judging by all the empty wrappers and takeaway bags and stuff on the coffee table in front of it, it may have been her main nesting place for a while.

"Come on, get cozy!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Is there room?" Marc asked, even as he took a seat. He meant the table.

[totalwildcard]

Harley chuckled. "It's just a little bag, we'll be fine!"

She plopped herself down next to him, and dug into said bag.

[hasaknightjob]

"If any of those come alive I'm blaming you," Marc told her.

Did he put his arm on the back of the couch and sort of around her? Maybe.

[totalwildcard]

"If they do," Harley informed him, "Bruce is gonna get 'em before they become a problem."

Bruce appeared to be fast asleep over in the kitchen part of the room, in front of the fridge.