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]

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.

[totalwildcard]

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."

[totalwildcard]

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

[hasaknightjob]

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

[totalwildcard]

"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.

[hasaknightjob]

"Otherwise naughty?" Marc asked.

[totalwildcard]

"Always," Harley replied.

And mimed biting at him.

[hasaknightjob]

"That comes off interesting in the onesie," Marc said.

Not as though that was a bad thing.

[totalwildcard]

"Does it?" Harley asked, because it was another obvious question - but she had more. "Interesting like how? Is it causin' ya to have thoughts?"

[hasaknightjob]

"I never have thoughts," Marc said. Because that was an easy setup and he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

[totalwildcard]

Harley rolled her eyes at him, and flicked her fingertips against the top of his ear. Gently, but still. "Please, I specifically said thoughts and not feelings so ya couldn't play that card!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Can't fault a guy for trying," Marc said. He didn't duck out of the way of the flick. At least not more than the barest token effort. "I'm up against you. Gotta play any card I can get."

[totalwildcard]

"Have ya considered being honest?" Harley retorted, leaving his ear alone again, but leaning in like a playful taunt. "Is that in your deck?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Never heard of it," Marc replied. He put his other hand around her, resting it on her hip. Just so they could both be comfortable is all.

[totalwildcard]

Harley scrunched up her face in a predictably theatrical manner. "You just don't wanna talk to me about the onesie," she decided, not even remotely serious. "I see how it is. It's fine."

[hasaknightjob]

"It's... normal," Marc said. It didn't sound like that was the right word, but it was the best he could come up with.

Still sounded like a positive though.

[totalwildcard]

"Normal?" Harley repeated, sounding delighted. "That's a new one for me!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Yeah," Marc said. He tried to think of a better word but it wasn't coming to mind. It existed, but he wasn't able to summon it. "I dunno. But good kind. Not the kind we don't do."

[totalwildcard]

"I'll take it!" Harley decided. And then pulled one hand back so that she could hold up one finger, very (not) serious. "As long as it's not the kind we don't do. I can't stand that. Or abide by it!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Well if you're not abiding then we gotta listen," Marc said. Was there a twinkle in his eyes? Probably a trick of the light.

[totalwildcard]

Oh, Harley knew all about those tricks. Probably played into how she was grinning at him.

From a very close distance, to boot.

"Yeah, we gotta."

Maybe she just liked saying 'we'.

[hasaknightjob]

Were their noses bumping now? Coincidence if so. Not on purpose by any means.

"Plus you look comfy. So standing's out of the question."

[totalwildcard]

Sometimes noses just bumped. Everyone knew that.

"See, you get it," Harley murmured. Which was also a thing that just happened.