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]

"Oh, are we going back to that now?" Harley inquired, helpfully. Somewhat. "Recycling topics? Something left you're hopin' to discover or share? It is very helpful to be curious about your partners, you know!"

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm curious about what you wanna talk about," Marc said. "I did the last one. Unless you got a thing about the weather."

[totalwildcard]

"What kinda thing about the weather?"

You'd brought this distraction upon yourself, Marc.

[hasaknightjob]

It was his own fault for never developing conversational skills.

"I dunno," Marc said. "It's a thing people talk about."

Did he pay attention when they did? No.

[totalwildcard]

"I'm impressed you even know that much," Harley replied. "Seems like exactly the sorta thing you'd tune out stat."

Like she did, yeah.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not saying I'd listen," Marc told her. He left off the part about how Steven was the one who could actually talk about the weather with people. Best not to bring him up given Marc and Harley's current... situation.

[totalwildcard]

"That's more like it," Harley replied, like she was pleased her first hunch had been correct. It was fun to be right! "And ya shouldn't! Weather's weather, yanno? It's gonna be happening whether you talk about it or not!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Boring anyway," Marc said.

Probably not a thing he should mention to anyone on the island who could control the weather. Times like that it was good Marc was a poor conversationalist.

[totalwildcard]

"Right?" Harley replied, with hugely raised eyebrows because see, he got it! "Let's not talk about weather any more'n we already have."

[hasaknightjob]

"You wanna talk about something else or just close your eyes?" Marc asked.

He'd noticed that thing where she slept on him. Funnily enough he didn't seem to mind it.

[totalwildcard]

"Close my eyes?" Harley asked, not immediately making the connection. "Why, you gonna whip out some sorta surprise on me?"

[hasaknightjob]

"To sleep," Marc said. "How much your dreams surprise you is outta my hands."

[totalwildcard]

"You wanna put me to sleep?" Harley asked, with a snicker.

[hasaknightjob]

"I'm saying it's an option," Marc told her with a roll of his eyes. "If you don't have anything you wanna talk about."

[totalwildcard]

"I dunno," Harley teased, "maybe you're just lookin' for a blanket but you're too shy to ask for it."

Yes, she did still remember who she was talking to.

[hasaknightjob]

"You got me," Marc said. "I'm shy."

He did settle underneath her like he was appreciating a blanket though.

[totalwildcard]

"Sooo shy," Harley teased, on what was almost a purr.

Just ignore how she was also sliding her hands off his chest so she could fully snuggle against it.

[hasaknightjob]

Snuggling? What snuggling? Marc certainly noticed no such thing. Just like there was no such thing as his hand moving lazily up and down her back to encourage her to get comfy.

[totalwildcard]

Or Harley making a very content humming noise as she settled down further. That didn't happen either!

But it sounded happy.

[hasaknightjob]

"I gotcha," Marc murmured, still rubbing her back.

[totalwildcard]

"I know you do," Harley sighed happily. A bit of a mumble, really. "An' I like ya for it."