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]

"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."

[totalwildcard]

Harley's face was close to practically splitting in two. "Say that again?" she teased.

Asked. Whatever.

[hasaknightjob]

"Guess that's okay," Marc replied, with a grin that said he knew damn well what she'd been really asking.

[totalwildcard]

Harley huffed, mock affronted, and prodded him in the chest again. "Not that part!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Part where I said you're smart?" Marc asked.

The grin was still there.

[totalwildcard]

"... Okay, you can say that one again, too." Because Harley was no fool! "But that's not what I was askin' for!"

[hasaknightjob]

"That one again too," Marc said, looking far too pleased with himself.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a noise that somehow managed to sound offended and impressed and amused, all at the same time. "I dragged you in here to make ya feel good, yanno!" she squawked. "Now I'm not so sure! Ya look like you're doin' just fine on your own!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc was absolutely not doing anything like laughing. Perish the thought. "I'm doing what you told me!"

[totalwildcard]

"You're bein' a little shit," Harley declared, shrill, and clearly holding back a laugh, "that's what you're doin'!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc went to put his hands on her hips if she let him. Looking, for the record, pleased with himself.

"I would never. That's your domain."