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'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."

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

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"Of course!" Harley preened, but she was clearly pleased with him saying it. "Feel free to think about it as much as ya want!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Thanks," Marc said. Because maybe he would.

He gestured at what she was currently wearing. "Cute"

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"Ain't it?" Harley replied, doing the bare minimum of showing off the fuzzy galaxy theme of it all when she didn't actually want to move all that much. "I just got this!"

It might not have involved any money, getting it.

[hasaknightjob]

"Does that make you a star?" Marc asked.

Because galaxy, you see.

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Harley's eyebrows quirked, before she got it. "Hmh? Oh! It might!"

She snickered.

"It definitely makes me stellar."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's not the clothes that do that," Marc said. He finished off the last bite of his sandwich and looked for something to wipe his hands.

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There just so happened to be a little stack of napkins from some other delivery order, conveniently on the corner of the coffee table!

"What, I'm stellar just 'cause?"

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Marc took one of the napkins. Then he realized he kind of needed both hands to do a proper job. Which meant taking his arm off her shoulders.

He put the napkin on his leg and tried to wipe his hand on it that way.

"Yeah. You are."

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The compliments were great, but of course Harley's fickle attention was drawn to other things.

Namely: "What are you doing?" she snickered.

[hasaknightjob]

"Talking to you?" Marc replied.

He was more big picture about these things.

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Helpfully, Harley pointed at his leg.

"There."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc looked down. "Getting mustard off my hand?"

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"It's adorable," Harley informed him.

And then went ahead and finished off her own sandwich.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was completely oblivious as to why. "Glad you're into it?"

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Harley seemed content to have said what she'd said, no need to expand on it.

Once she was done eating she of course licked her fingers.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc watched her, bemused. He held up his napkin. "Plenty more where this came from."

Very generous of him, offering her her own things.

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Harley snorted, amused - and held out her hand.

"Well, if you're offerin'," she teased.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc held out the napkin. And possibly made himself ready to hold on to her hand if she went for it.

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And of course Harley went for it.

What? That was how offers worked!

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To which Marc tried to catch her hand once it was close enough.

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Harley made a surprised noise. But, notably, did not try to pull her hand away.

"What's this?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Don't know what you're talking about," Marc said. He used her hand to pull her closer if she let him.

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There was rarely, if ever, anything bad that followed from Harley getting closer to him.

She let him. Snickering.

"Aw, did ya start to miss me all of a sudden?"