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]

"Dunno about worth," Marc said, even though she was absolutely correct regardless of Marc's awareness about it. "But I guess so, yeah."

[totalwildcard]

"Well, you don't have to do that shit with me," Harley replied, fairly firm in her tone. Especially taking her languid body language into account. "I've been a performing monkey, and it's not fun."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc's arm around her waist held her a little tighter. "You don't have to do that shit with me either."

[totalwildcard]

"You wouldn't even know what to ask for," Harley teased, but it was... very, very soft.

In fact, it may well have been just a roundabout way of saying 'I know'.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not much of an asker," Marc agreed.

For favors, for help, for anything.

[totalwildcard]

"You're lucky I'm such a giver."

No, she didn't need to press her chest so tight against his as she said that. She did it just for fun.

[hasaknightjob]

"Very generous," Marc said, rubbing her back.

He meant in personality, of course.

[totalwildcard]

"There's a bunch more I could give ya."

Probably not in terms of personality, since that was pretty much always stuck on the max setting.

[hasaknightjob]

"You already shared half a sandwich," Marc pointed out, joking. For him. "I'm doing pretty good here."

[totalwildcard]

Harley snorted, but the sound was soft. "Well, your choice, pastrami breath."

[hasaknightjob]

"Like you're one to talk," Marc said. He couldn't get nose to nose with her in this position so he went for moving his hand to idly toy with her hair instead.

[totalwildcard]

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't have pastrami breath," Harley objected, snickering, "just that you do! Those are two completely different things!"

[hasaknightjob]

"There's worse things," Marc decided. "I'll stick around even if you do."

[totalwildcard]

Harley pulled back enough to see him. Clearly he needed to see her amused face, and the smirk on it. "Aww, ya do like me."

[hasaknightjob]

She was getting a bemused smirk back in return, so good thing she could see it? "You're okay I guess."

[totalwildcard]

"I am so okay," Harley declared.

And stole a kiss.

"And ya know it!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Maybe a little more," Marc said, like this was a huge allowance on his part.

Whether he was referring to the 'okay' or the kiss was a tough call. Probably both.

[totalwildcard]

"A little more what?"

Oh, had he thought he'd get away with it? Harley was much too talky for that?

[hasaknightjob]

"Than okay," Marc said, since he knew she'd drag it out of him eventually. She was persistent like that.

[totalwildcard]

And Harley grinned at him for it, and drew one hand back so that she could gently tap his chin with it.

"See, I knew you could do it!" she teased, as if she hadn't just been a pain. "Used your words!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm all out now," Marc told her.

Of course him saying that was a contradiction.

[totalwildcard]

"All out?" Harley asked, leaning back in, with great mischief in her smirk. "What's that gonna mean for my poor little ears, then, huh? They gonna be left all alone with no words to keep 'em company?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Something tells me you'll give 'em something to listen to," Marc said.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a little humming noise. "Oh, is that so?"

[hasaknightjob]

"It's so," Marc said.