Needful Things Building; Monday Afternoon

[totalwildcard]

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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[totalwildcard]

Harley gestured excitedly towards the TV. Yes, with her side of the sandwich, somehow by pure fate not managing to lose any of the pastrami. "Oh!" she said. "They re-design interiors, competitively? And talk shit about each other behind each other's backs! And some of them might be siblings...? I dunno, but it's riveting."

Just not enough for her to have bothered parsing all the finer details! It was junk television, that wasn't the point.

[hasaknightjob]

"What, like how fast you can put up shelves?"

Marc did not watch reality TV, so his idea of competition was more sports based.

[totalwildcard]

"Like how pretty they can make it," Harley clarified, then tilted her head. "But I'd watch that, too! Like how fast they can put together one of those IKEA things without the instructions and without swearing."

[hasaknightjob]

"Those are obnoxious," Marc agreed. He made a face at the rest of it. "Who's to say what's pretty?"

The multiverse was, of course, shocked that Marc had no sense of appreciation for home decor.

[totalwildcard]

"Uhhh," Harley said, gesturing to the TV again, like this should be obvious, "the professionals?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah but if I don't like - " Marc made a vague gesture as he tried to think of something " - polka dots somebody's gonna tell me I'm wrong?"

[totalwildcard]

"If ya go on the show, they will!" Harley pointed out.

Then looked in the middle distance, clearly imagining that. "God, it would be such bad television," she sighed, "but you would look so good."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a bemused look. "I'd look good on TV?"

[totalwildcard]

"You look good anywhere," Harley felt compelled to say, "but with proper, bright TV lights --"

And then she turned her attention from the TV and the middle distance of her inner thoughts towards him - and blinked like she was seeing him properly for the first time that afternoon. Including finally taking in his arm on the back of the couch, and how cozily close to her that put him.

"Oh," she murmured, suddenly smitten. "Hi."

[hasaknightjob]

"Still here," Marc replied.

Look, he got needing to reorient yourself to your current situation. No surprise or judgement on his part, simply confirmation.

[totalwildcard]

Okay, but why was he saying words instead of leaning in to kiss her hello?

Here, Harley could show him how that worked!

[hasaknightjob]

There was a brief moment of adjustment because he was still holding his half of a sandwich. But the end result was kissing Harley so Marc had motivation to take care of that quickly and return the gesture.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Harley was clutching her half of the sandwich like her life depended on it, it was fine. Might've made things a little more awkward than they needed to be, but that was fine.

She seemed pretty pleased with the kiss all the same. If the happy little noise was any indication.

[hasaknightjob]

Had Marc maybe been wondering about the status of kisses or happy noises as of that afternoon? Not that he'd admit. But there was something like a smile on his lips which indicated if nothing else he didn't mind them.

[totalwildcard]

Harley kept at it for another happy noise or two, before pulling back. Slightly. She may have stolen another peck against the corner of his lips, which indicated how far she'd actually got to.

"Hello," she sighed, happily.

[hasaknightjob]

"Hi," Marc replied. He maybe looked, you know, not unhappy. "Just waking up?"

Look, it'd be a valid question for him even though a conversation had been going on already.

[totalwildcard]

"Might be," Harley told him, and something like mischief slid into her expression. "Or maybe I'm daydreaming."

[hasaknightjob]

"That mean I'm not real?" Marc asked. He looked thoughtful. "Can't say it doesn't make sense."

[totalwildcard]

"Maybe it means you're dreamy," Harley retorted.

Not that hallucinations were ever entirely out of the question.

[hasaknightjob]

"Sure that's not a nightmare?" Marc replied. Not fully serious though. More obligatory than anything.

[totalwildcard]

And in response, Harley rolled her eyes at him, as theatrical as always.

"Please," she huffed, "this'd actually be creative for one of my nightmares."

[hasaknightjob]

"Because of the sandwich?" Marc asked. He turned his over in his hand. "Pretty realistic."

[totalwildcard]

"No," Harley replied, matter-of-factly, "but just 'cause there's not somekinda distorted version of Mr. J tryin' to throw me out of my house."

Her nightmares were boring with how predictable they were.

[hasaknightjob]

That arm around Harley's shoulders maybe got a little tighter.

"It's your place," Marc said. Okay she'd stolen it but squatter's rights or something. "Nobody kicks you out."

[totalwildcard]

"And nobody's trying to." As much as poor Remy had stepped on that nerve unwittingly. "And won't, if it's up to me."