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]

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."

[hasaknightjob]

"See?" Marc said, as though this was in any way a segue from what they'd been talking about. "Smart."

[totalwildcard]

It was not as much of a segue as he thought it was.

"You were just questioning it a second ago."

[hasaknightjob]

"You're smart," Marc clarified.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah but you weren't sure that was," Harley replied, helpfully pointing at the sign. "We already knew that I was!"

[hasaknightjob]

"What? You don't like me pointing out I still notice?" Marc asked.

It was not a serious complaint.

[totalwildcard]

"No, I'm pointing out you were confusing!" Also not a serious thing in any way. "Trust me, I like that ya notice."

[hasaknightjob]

"Pretty sure you've figured out I'm never not gonna be confusing," Marc told her.

[totalwildcard]

"And I'm pretty sure you know I'm never gonna stop pointing it out!" Harley retorted cheerfully. "See, we both got things to keep lookin' forward to!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Looking forward to, huh?" Marc asked. He seemed as though he didn't mind the wording.

[totalwildcard]

"'Less you wanna object," Harley teased anyway, giving him a little nudge towards the bed, "and make some outrageous claim about how ya just stumbled in today, and it wasn't on purpose 'cause this is not a thing that repeatedly happens, your honor, I swear!"

Yes, she went extra theatrical at the end: all that was really missing was her wrist to her forehead like she was some sort of frail Victorian lady in a bad costume drama.

Of course, then she snickered, right after.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc let himself be so nudged. He also smirked. "What? I was in the neighborhood."

Because he lived around the corner, you see. Very funny.

[totalwildcard]

"You're always in the neighborhood," Harley objected, clearly amused despite the way she poked him in the chest with her finger, like an accusation. "It's our neighborhood!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc didn't move away, in spite of the finger poking. "Oh it's ours now, huh?"

There was an emphasis on that ours that seemed to imply more than that they both lived in the same area.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah it is," Harley confirmed, smirking wide at him from a very close distance. And, also, over-enunciated: "Ours."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc stayed right where he was, there at that close distance. "Guess that's okay. Ours."