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]

"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.

[totalwildcard]

"Hmmh," Harley hummed.

And began to pull away from his lap. Not in an upset way, no: the mischief remained very much present on her face.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was going to reply to that hum with silence. Also quirked brows as he watched her to see where this was going.

[totalwildcard]

Harley slid off his lap and onto her feet with what could only be described as clownish grace, since while there was no stumbling involved and it was all quite smooth, it was hard not to be clownish in a half-open onesie - and also she was Harley and thus always teetering right on the brink of being ridiculous, even when not actively engaging in it.

Anyway, once she was upright, she held out her hands for him.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took her hands. He didn't automatically get up because hey, maybe she wanted him to stay seated.

[totalwildcard]

It was a fair guess!

But no, Harley absolutely tried to get him off the couch. "Come on, up we go!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc put in a token effort of resistance just because he liked it when she didn't let him get away with that. Then he stood.

"Where we going?"

[totalwildcard]

"Somewhere more comfortable," Harley told him, already tugging him along.

Towards the bedroom, surprise surprise.

[hasaknightjob]

"If I gotta," Marc said. The token protest meant nothing when he was letting her lead him without hesitation.

[totalwildcard]

"You gotta unless you don't wanna," Harley retorted. But since she could feel no resistance, she dragged him into the bedroom.

There had been no new developments in decorating. This time.

[hasaknightjob]

"Still kinda impressed we haven't broken the sign," Marc admitted once he could see it again.

[totalwildcard]

Harley snickered and gave his hand a squeeze. "Oh, I made sure to put that on there real sturdy! 'Cause I've met us."