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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[hasaknightjob]

"Because I'm out more," Marc said. "Before the house I didn't really need to. I mainly laid back and let Steven have things."

[totalwildcard]

"Oh, right, it's that thing again," Harley replied, nodding sagely over her sandwich. "The 'Marc has a life' thing, I know the one."

[hasaknightjob]

"Exactly," Marc said, gesturing at her with the sandwich. "So if anything now I sleep more. With the body. Not just in the background."

[totalwildcard]

"And even in your own bed!" Harley replied, half a tease. "Impressive."

[hasaknightjob]

"Change of pace," Marc replied, because he could be wry when he wanted to.

Then he took a bite of his sandwich. Which was on rye. A detail only Steven would appreciate.

[totalwildcard]

Harley gave a soft huff, then also bit back into her sandwich.

Okay, chomped into it. And then finally looked at the sandwich while she chewed, and gave a thoughtful hum.

"Well it's not Brooklyn good," she noted, "but it is pretty good."

[hasaknightjob]

"Got to try Katz's in the early days when we visited Watts's old Toronto," Marc told her. Did Harley's world have a Katz's? Great question. "That was pretty good."

[totalwildcard]

"What, like in... old fancy hat Toronto?" Harley asked, raising her eyebrows. Really giving them a workout. "You can do that?"

General 'you'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Wore a fancy hat and everything," Marc confirmed.

Okay it'd been Steven's hat but Marc had popped in so he'd worn it and thus it counted.

[totalwildcard]

Harley did not seem particularly concerned with getting caught up in the particulars, at least.

"Ooooh," she cooed. "Must've looked dapper!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Fedora," he said, in case that helped with her mental image.

[totalwildcard]

"Actual fedora or the thing people keep calling a fedora when it's not?"

Important distinction!

"Yanno, so I can picture it accurately."

[hasaknightjob]

"Actual fedora," Marc confirmed, because it was indeed an important distinction. "Not the one that tells everybody you're an asshole."

[totalwildcard]

"Ooh, good choice," Harley replied, lighting up in that way that she sometimes did when something really got her imagination going. "I'd make eyes at that guy from across a crowded... whatever's appropriate for fancy hat era Toronto, I dunno."

[hasaknightjob]

"Diner?" Marc suggested. "I was mostly quick sandwiches while we were there."

Reminded, Marc took another bite of his own. As he chewed, he looked at Harley thoughtfully.

[totalwildcard]

Harley was still halfway in her little daydream, exhaling a wistful little sigh. He would've been... not un-happy with how dashing he looked in her mind's eye.

Then she bit back into her sandwich, too.

[hasaknightjob]

"Trying to picture you in one of those outfits," Marc told her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made an amused noise. "Like a proper lady?"

Over-enunciating for comedic effect again, all teeth and red lips.

[hasaknightjob]

"I dunno about proper," Marc said, making it sound as though proper was not considered a feature he was interested in.

[totalwildcard]

"What, ya don't care about polite society?" Harley teased. "Just a pretty lady?"

[hasaknightjob]

"What about me says I do well in polite society?" Marc replied, sort of teasing back. Sort of because it was him. He wasn't great at it.

[totalwildcard]

Harley let out a sharp, delighted ' ha!' noise all the same. And snickered as she leaned a little more against his shoulder.

"Touché! Impolite society, that's where we fit in."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved his arm even more around her. Simply because she'd adjusted her position was all.

"Fit in where people don't fit in," he agreed.

[totalwildcard]

"I'd still wear the fancy get-up," Harley confided, not at all just an excuse to briefly lean even further. "I'd just also have a pistol, at minimum, hidden under the skirts."

[hasaknightjob]

"'course," Marc said. Then, in case she wondered, "You'd look great. Just not you. Maybe."