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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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?"

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

[totalwildcard]

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?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not sudden," Marc said. He tried to see if he could pull her into his lap. Scientific curiosity.

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Once Harley figured out that was what the goal was? Hell yes he could. Score one for science! Or something!

She made a cooing noise as she settled into it, sideways and snug on his lap. "Well, here I am! No missing necessary!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc moved the arm he had around her to accommodate her new position, helping with that nice and snug.

"Score one for good aim."

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"Well, when the target's nice..." Harley teased, and snickered again.

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"You're nice now?" Marc asked, teasing a little in turn.

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"With the right incentive!"

Him. He was the right incentive. Which maybe he could tell from her sliding her arms over his shoulders, to loop them together.

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"Otherwise naughty?" Marc asked.

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"Always," Harley replied.

And mimed biting at him.